Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

Bone]
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 just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get brand accurate.
Kray 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 blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no 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 keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but with their 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 see how hard of a hit you got!

Bone]
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 want to look like, dress like, sound like?
(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 Bone, that's dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, niggas lyrical.
Give me that deal, give me miracle!
They the talent, they lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it 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 stars assume can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never no nomination 'cause homie the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and never it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, 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 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!

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

First off let me take it back to School.
You niggas rules, being in a rented crib.
To this day I wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut that out, (Cut 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 can't sing, don't sing!
The realest knew they and they did it.
We auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, 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. 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?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
Palestinians with 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 I'll it back to the masters.
Like the back of the dollar, but
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

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