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

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

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I care
I'd just get down, I'm the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the is free
I never found a ray ,a in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

You wanna 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!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
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 like you don't be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like leap
and a glove, make you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
got mad cause Winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I finna take off

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 squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
If it this, it ain't shit, goddammit
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it hop, well then hush
Man, they like
Man, stole yo
Man, look like
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
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 damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang

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

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a of the process (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!