Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

Bone]
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, clearly we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit on dicks and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
need a hand.
Rappin' insane the same average, always above!
Nigga, no love,
You is artificial, insufficient, not an issue.
Our position is monumental, all your was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
Don't be in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a deadly storm through here soon.
Originators can it if they stay 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 be rallied up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Bally's - I exercise you.
Like - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here comes 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.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with vocals made artificially.
I'd rather 'em y'all exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, these phony's, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how of a hit you got!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye!
Why they want to sound like, dress like, act (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, they the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't 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 the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these lames to doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We havin' a celebration, Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten strong, that's domination.
Never need no '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 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 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 nigga, you know what?...

First off let me 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 with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
in everybody's category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
It's a damn shame, for 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 sing, then don't sing!
The knew they place and they did it.
We auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me it. Get Bible realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
cut the Crucifix, explodes 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 in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
wicked as witches is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
These Palestinians with 3 shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it to the masters.
Like the back of the dollar, but
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!