Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

[Krayzie
Whooo! C'mon, Thug, We gon' do it like this, yeah... Kray Jackson...

Remember the killa, the lyrical 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 and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
need 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 they true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all can't all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four hours a day, that's straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla - they up.
Like - I exercise you.
Like Dahmer - I you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here your doom.
no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game.
But there's more than a ways 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.
ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My is still 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, dress like, 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 like Bone, dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, ain't lyrical.
Give me deal, give me that miracle!
They the talent, they lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, won't make history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do stars assume they can use the auto-tune,
Just the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these lames to doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
Been ten strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 'cause the streets respect it.
We it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about it plastic.
They the game 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... on! Come On! Come On!
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

[Wish
Come here nigga, you what?...

First off let me take it back to School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To this day I wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first 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!)
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, don't sing!
The realest knew place and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
and silent hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

Bone]
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 wherever I go, to the Matrixes.
Shot in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
wicked as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back 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 pitch 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!