Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
a cap on his head and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the is gone
A shadow in a
Just along!
I'm lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside
But if I get a car
A to ride
Because I know if I ever living with 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 what you're tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what you're baby

You go on
And you make 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 get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never 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 what you doin' baby

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

You go on
And you make it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just 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...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto toned
My girl look up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
X on bloop de bloop
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' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
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 don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know 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 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 thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane

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

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But true, you do, nothing 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!