Luyện nghe bài hát It Doesn't Matter

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

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

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

in the days it was all about the clubs
And the thugs used to dance the break for love
The girls, wouldn't say HEY!
Unless you bought 'em champagne it was they birthday
Me, I to stand outside
my way in I'm on the guest list plus five!
Who's performin tonight? He Shabba
Mister Lover he be the selector
(Stop the Rock's up in here)
emcees and catch a smack in your left ear
Light up like Vegas when it's time to
scream for me like I was part of the Beatles
But I'm not honey, but I could be your Paul
and "Ebony or Ivory" my Jacuzzi
Foundation like Kool Herc, or DJ Red goes bezerk
The needle ain't the record jerked
y'all jumpin' too hard
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

I got Bentley's in the West Indies
(It matter!)
I got a pocket full of cheese and a full of trees
(It matter!)
What? I just won the bought a crib in Rio
(It matter!)
Yo cause if you ain't sharin, ain't carin
Come up in the hood and take everything you wearin
Yo Rock I just bought a Bentley
(It doesn't matter you just a fresh Bentley!)

How many of y'all ever to a barbecue
And you always got an aunt or
wanna show you how the old go
And they start it off like
slide on the dance floor
Freaky-deaky like 54
GIRLS!! the IRS raids it
Drug money get converted music
The man becomes an entertainer
Leave that crack alone! I told the
I'm into bigger and things Mr. Fiend
You want a hit? me a guitar and a drum machine
And the crowd will loud when the bass thump
I can smell it in the air, the is funk
Excuse me I cough
Girl you wearin' so much ice you freeze New York
You're man must 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 much
she want to indulge in lyrical masturbation
So I with the conversation, I said
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 America
She said ain't you kid that sing Guantanamera
way before Ricky 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
my watch it was a quarter to three
Slid to her crib when we 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!)
if you ain't sharin, people ain't carin
Come up in your hood and they everything you wearin

that's when shorty walked up to her man
And she said I gotta go I can't be no more
And she said

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

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

It matter