Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

Bone]
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We do it like this, yeah... Kray 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 we talkin' about 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 is monumental, all your shit was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a deadly storm blowin' here soon.
Originators can survive it if they true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Dahmer - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game.
But there's more than a thousand to get 'em and leave the lames 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 with their made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now gotta get disposed.
My temp is burning hot, while these phony's, they hardly 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 they 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 like Bone, 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 lackin' the balance, they the harmony.
These pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they make history.
They only Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these assume they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these to their doom.
Better wake up! Wake up! up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 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' keepin' it plastic.
puttin' the game 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, it's somethin' I'm to die for

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

[Wish
here 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 wear 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!)
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, then sing!
The realest knew they and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and hood living. (lifted?)
feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

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

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!