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 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 about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit on dicks and get your brand accurate.
Kray 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 it's a deadly storm through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no to play.
hours a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like Dahmer - I 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.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now they get disposed.
My temp is burning hot, while these phony's, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how 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 Thuggish Ruggish!) 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, they lackin' the balance, they the harmony.
niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars assume can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go boom I my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 'cause 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 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 from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' 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 rules, being in a rented 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!)
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 sing, then don't sing!
The knew they place and they did it.
We auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and 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!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to the mix. Operation: Totality
Opium flow wherever I go, to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back my Nazarinians 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 third eye and I'll 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!