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 beast? I'm gon' ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm confirmin' ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
need a hand.
Rappin' insane with the 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!)
it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if 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 killers be rallied up, the scrilla - tally up.
Bally's - I exercise you.
Like - I victimize you.
you for using auto-tune.
Recognize here 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 their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now gotta get disposed.
My temp is still hot, while 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 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.
Sound like Bone, 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 ain't to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars assume can use the auto-tune,
because the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I these lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 'cause the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' keepin' it plastic.
They puttin' the game in a casket. We live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm to die for

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

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

First off let me it back to High School.
You niggas teach rules, in a rented crib.
To this day I don't 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, what come out 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 and they did it.
We auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me resonate it. Get realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, out.

Bone]
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm to juice the mix. Operation: Totality
flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
wicked as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These Palestinians 3 buck 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.
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!