Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

Bone]
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We gon' do it like this, yeah... Jackson...

Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm murda 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 brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' 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!
Don't be in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if they stay and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

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

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

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

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

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

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into the galaxy!
you niggas how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Totality
flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's wicked as is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
Palestinians with 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from like Cain - 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!