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 gon' ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, clearly we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' insane 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 storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all can't all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like - I victimize you.
you for using auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game.
But more than 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 on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is still 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 they want to sound like, like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to look like, dress like, sound
(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.
Give me deal, give me that miracle!
lackin' the talent, they lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These pretenders, no contenders, it ain't 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 assume they can use the auto-tune,
because the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten years strong, domination.
Never need no nomination 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 game in a casket. We live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's I'm willin' to die for

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

Bone]
Come here nigga, you 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 that out (Put out!)
in everybody's category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
It's a damn shame, for spare change, 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 place and did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
and silent hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me 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 to juice the mix. Operation: Totality
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
wicked as witches 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 from Hades like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my eye and I'll 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!