Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the camp
And you're bout to smell what the is cookin'

Yo this is strictly a club
Dedicated to everybody who to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone, hooded
And these tired would not let me in

Yo, yo, yo
I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin

Back in the days it was all the clubs
And the so-called used to dance the break for love
The girls, they say HEY!
Unless you 'em champagne like it was they birthday
Me, I to stand outside
my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's tonight? He said Shabba
Mister Lover Daddy he be the
(Stop drop the up in here)
Disrespect emcees and catch a smack in left ear
Light up like Vegas when time to gamble
Girls scream for me like I was of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be Paul McCartney
and "Ebony or Ivory" into my
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red Alert bezerk
The needle ain't skip the record
Cause y'all jumpin' too
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got fifty in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a garden full of
(It matter!)
I just won the bingo bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
up in the hood and they take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a fresh
(It doesn't matter you bought a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
wanna you how the old dances go
And they it off like this
Electric slide on the dance
Freaky-deaky Studio 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
money get converted into music
The dope man an entertainer
Leave crack alone! I told the customers
I'm into bigger and better things Mr.
You want a Give me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will scream loud the bass thump
I can it in the air, the smell is funk
me I gotta cough
Girl you wearin' so ice you could freeze New York
You're man really love you, what does he do for a living?
(He on Wall Street he's only home two nights a week)
That's when she said a little too conversation
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I proceeded with the conversation, I
Can I you a glass of Merlot Mrs. No Name?
(Let's get it straight huh, my Veronica)
She had the ass the size of South
She ain't you that kid that sing Guantanamera
way Ricky Martin sung "Livin' La Vida Loca"
What hood you come
I was raised in Brooklyn, but did my studies in
The New Jerusalem yup, short for New Jersey
Checked my watch it was a quarter to
to her crib when we opened the door
Her man was on the waiting for her with the 44

Now what it look like, it ain't that
(It matter!)
So he the gat at my top hat
(It matter!)
Are you You was married!
(It matter!)
Cause if you sharin, people ain't carin
up in your hood and they take everything you wearin

Yeah that's when shorty up to her man
And she said I go I can't be here no more
And she this

Take me home, to the
I at the Refugee Camp
And the basement
where I live, oh

on
Yo Rock I sold seventeen million records
(It doesn't matter how many records sold!)
Alright I'm with you, yo it out
You go get diamond rings?
(It doesn't matter if the Rock to go get diamond rings or not!)
Man listen,
I just got two new man
(It matter about your Grammy's!)

It doesn't