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...

the killa, the lyrical beast? 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.
Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' insane with the same average, 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 storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can it if they stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply can't all rap and it no time to play.
Twenty-four a day, that's seven straight!
My be rallied up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like Dahmer - I you.
Criticize you for 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 than a thousand ways to get 'em and 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 jokes with their 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 on up and then 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 they want to look like, dress like, sound
(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.
me that deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, they lackin' the balance, lackin' the harmony.
niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they make 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 boom I my dollars, consume?
But naw, I these lames 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 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 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 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 to High School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To this day I wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the nigga with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
in everybody's 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 they place and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
and silent hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me it. Get Bible realest.
me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, explodes the galaxy!
Show you niggas how I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm to juice the mix. Operation: Totality
flow wherever 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! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
These Palestinians 3 buck shots!
Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and 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!