Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

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

Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon' ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your 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 position is monumental, all shit was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a deadly blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply all rap and it ain't no time to play.
hours a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla - they up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like - I victimize 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.
Flesh banged on 'em and I did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now they get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, while these phony's, they not!
We can lock on up and see how hard of a hit you got!

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

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

Bone]
Come nigga, you know what?...

First off let me take it to High School.
You teach rules, being in a rented crib.
To this day I don't Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga with them in School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
It's a 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, then sing!
The realest knew they place and did it.
We auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, out.

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

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