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 like this, yeah... Jackson...

Remember the killa, the lyrical I'm gon' murda ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm confirmin' ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then clearly we about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' 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!
Don't be 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 can't all rap and it no time to play.
hours a day, that's seven straight!
My be rallied up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like - I victimize you.
you for using auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
There's no room for the wack. be givin' a black eye to the game.
But there's more than a thousand to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but with their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, while these phony's, they not!
We can lock on up and then see how 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 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.
like Bone, that's dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, ain't lyrical.
Give me that deal, me that miracle!
They the talent, they lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they make history.
They only makin' Lil 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 boom I spend my dollars,
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
Better wake up! Wake up! up!
We back innovation.
We havin' a celebration, Flesh-n-Bone is home.
ten years strong, that's 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' about it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic.
puttin' 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 heard from Jay-Z, but nigga Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for

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

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

off let me take it back to High School.
You teach rules, being in a rented crib.
To day I don't wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
It's a damn shame, for spare change, what 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 auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
They me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) stay hood, harmonied out.

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

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