Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

[Layzie
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

[Krayzie
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We do it like this, yeah... Kray Jackson...

Remember the killa, the lyrical I'm gon' murda ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm confirmin' ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, clearly we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on and get your brand accurate.
Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
insane with the same average, always above!
Nigga, no love,
You is artificial, insufficient, not an issue.
Our is monumental, all your shit was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a deadly storm blowin' through soon.
can survive it if they stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all can't all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four hours a day, that's straight!
My killers be rallied up, the - they tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Like Dahmer - I you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a eye to the game.
But there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the strangled.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My is still burning hot, while these phony's, they hardly not!
We can on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye!
Why they want to like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to look like, dress like, sound
(It's the Ruggish!) It's the critical, criminal, non-subliminal.
Set it off, let it off, is visible.
I battle, I challenge, I my syllables.
Sound like Bone, dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, ain't lyrical.
Give me that deal, give me miracle!
They lackin' the talent, lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't to see.
No authenticity, they make history.
They only Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these assume they can use the auto-tune,
because the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these to their doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 'cause homie the respect it.
We it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about it plastic.
puttin' the game in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do for Michael.
You from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for

Yeah... Come on! On! Come On!
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

[Wish
Come here nigga, you what?...

First off let me it back to High School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To this day I don't Jordan's.
Wasn't the nigga with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudelent rappers' mouth.
Or I say entertainers, I'm complainin'.
North, East, West, and South, cut out.
'em all Pac and no slouch. (Get it! Get it! Get it!)
If you can't sing, don't sing!
The realest knew they place and did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

Bone]
Invisible cut the Crucifix, explodes the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Operation:
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
Palestinians with 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my eye and I'll pitch it back to the masters.
Like the back of the dollar, but
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!