Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Like It, Do You Want It

Picture me in the drop top, open skies
In foreign, soarin', 145
The God is for my body, let my spirit fly
I it all, no lie
Picture me pourin' something imported
Pedal flooring, poppin', boppin' to Lauryn
Now picture me

Never seen, never heard, never happened, never
Now me flying 10,000 feet above the sea
bubbly, you'd love to be me
Now picture the in the cabin with the sweetest massage
Picture having ice and only speak to God
Picture your dreams being and your cream being lavished
At the time, tell me what you think matters
Picture all the money that gotten off tours
Now picture me plotting for more, this nigga

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Do you it (yeah)
Wanna do the things I do
Tell me do you it (yeah)
Wanna what it's like in my shoes
Do you it (yeah)
Wanna see the that I see
me do you want it (yeah)
Wanna know it's like to be me

Picture me wildin', fiendin', for tools
flipping, losing my cool
Now picture me gritty, P. 'bout to run in your house
The gun's with me, put one in mouth
Now picture me dressed in white linen your life is ending
Slightly grinning, that priceless image
Picture me broke as fuck on your block to open up
Like nigga, what's up

Picture me driving a through your home, bustin' a "U"
Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU WITH WHO?"
Picture me not that hustler dude
Picture the Benz, a 5, and the not new
Picture the watch platinum, and the rock's not blue
y'all niggaz not knowing how I do
Picture me, better yet you
Painting a better picture than the one I drew

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Where do you go from here when you you've done it all
what used to get you high don't get you high no more
When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no
you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more

Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the
How much can one nigga make in one place
How much dough could you hold in one
How many hoes can a really chase

Where do you go the applause
After all the Soul and Grammy awards, after the tours
After asking whores what they after me for
Is it the money? The fame? The house, it all

The the limit, but I ain't done jumping
Money is fast, but I done running
Picture me driving wack shit
Picture me under pressure, picture that shit

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