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 clearly we about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get 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 deadly storm blowin' 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.
Twenty-four hours a day, that's straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla - tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Like - I victimize you.
you for using auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no room for the wack. be givin' a black eye to the game.
But there's more a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now they get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, 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 want to look 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.
Give me that deal, me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They makin' 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.
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 homie the respect it.
We keepin' it and never neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic.
They puttin' the in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do 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 nigga, you know what?...

First off let me take it back to School.
You niggas teach rules, in a rented crib.
To this day I wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga with them in School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
in everybody's category.
Cut that out, (Cut that out!) 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, don't sing!
The realest they place 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!) stay hood, harmonied out.

Bone]
Invisible cut the Crucifix, explodes the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm to juice the mix. Operation: Totality
Opium wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's wicked as is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These 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.
Like the of the dollar, but why?
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

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