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 in the mall when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever tear with you

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

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were 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 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 back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
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 talkin' "Aww, he don't rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
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 Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
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 hop, well then hush
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you 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 fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so to act like we don't 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, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!