Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his head and a in his tie
I'm the light in the when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever tear living you

got a holding chain
And you don't what to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't know what you baby

You feel it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what you're thinking

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

You do it
But you don't what you doin' baby

You feel it,
But you don't know what you're tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act we don't care
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you wanna be here.
Fuck and get jumped like leap year
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I stay take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A language, and the vocals volcanic
If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it hip, it don't hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, they yo
Man, they like
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, is left
So I I'm right!

Flip the page, our days are (Hiiide!)
is strange, doctor, I've got no patience!
Oh, all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!