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 mall when the 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 with you

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

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

You wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
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, been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd just get down, I'm loving the
And if I talk back, the message is free
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, 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 pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my future ...
Asinine ass, and a gorgeous
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause 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!
Like a chimney, I me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a say som', tear a nigga face off
How come blacks play baseball?
Y'all white, know can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

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

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

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
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

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

Flip the page, our days are (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, 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!