Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the when the power is gone
A shadow in a
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living you

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

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

You feel it,
But you don't what 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 Jimi writer, not a heart and
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I talk back, the message is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you partake, you get 'em alive
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get like leap year
Glock and a glove, make you wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned 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 Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye Scarface, ye ain' Willie D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', tear a face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay take off

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

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, don't it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then
Man, they sound
Man, they yo
Man, they 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 Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we 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!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a of the process (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!