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, 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.
Rappin' insane with the same average, 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 a deadly storm blowin' through here 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.
hours a day, that's seven straight!
My be rallied up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Dahmer - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be a black eye to the game.
But there's more a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
Flesh banged on 'em and I did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their hit the floor.
ain't nothin' but jokes with 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 on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!

[Layzie
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 Ruggish!) It's 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, ain't lyrical.
Give me that deal, give me miracle!
They lackin' the talent, they the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it 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 because the go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these to their doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never need no 'cause homie the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and never 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 your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for

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

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

First off let me it back to High School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To day I don't wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga with in High School
(?) ass nigga, put that out (Put out!)
in everybody's category.
Cut that out, (Cut that out!) out! (Flat out!)
It's a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudelent 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?)
They feel me it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) stay hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
cut the Crucifix, explodes into the galaxy!
Show you niggas how I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Totality
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's wicked as is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These Palestinians 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back Hades like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and pitch it back 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!