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 beast? 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, swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
need a hand.
Rappin' insane 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 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 killers be up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Bally's - I exercise you.
Like - 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 than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the strangled.
Flesh on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals artificially.
I'd rather 'em y'all exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, while phony's, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how of a hit you got!

[Layzie
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye!
Why they to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to like, dress 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.
like Bone, that's dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, niggas lyrical.
me that deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, they 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 stars assume can use the auto-tune,
Just because the go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I these lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
Been ten years strong, domination.
Never need no 'cause homie the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and 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 your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, somethin' I'm willin' to die for

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

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

First off let me take it back to 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 High
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut that out, (Cut that out!) 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 and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
and silent hood living. (lifted?)
They me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into 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.
myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
Eve's wicked as is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These with 3 buck shots!
Roger Troutman caught his brother 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.
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!