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 shadow in a
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I if I ever tear living with you

You've got a chain
And you know what to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a and soul
I got Saturday night, been 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 wanna talk back, the message is
I found a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

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

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

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

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

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting like you wanna be here.
around and get jumped like leap year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK to the happy zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My plaid pants, my solid ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad Winter blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
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 y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' me
Better play wit' yo mama,
Bet you still wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the I swear, I promise
Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga off
How come blacks don't baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can all this fly shit
I stay finna off

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
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 No you Dana Dane

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

Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Is ya really Slick No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye ain't squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we don't (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)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess right!