Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

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

Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon' ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then clearly we about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
Don't 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 blowin' 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.
Twenty-four a day, that's seven 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.
There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a eye to the game.
But there's than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
Flesh 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 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 want 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.
Sound Bone, that's dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, niggas lyrical.
Give me deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, they lackin' the balance, lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it hard to see.
No authenticity, won't make 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,
Just the bass go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
Been ten years strong, 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' keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic.
They the game in a casket. We gonna 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... Come on! On! Come On!
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

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

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

[Bizzy
cut the Crucifix, explodes into the galaxy!
Show you niggas how I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Operation:
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?
Eve's wicked as is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back my Nazarinians 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 I'll pitch it to the masters.
Like the back of the dollar, but
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

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