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 this, yeah... Kray 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 dicks and get brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
need 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 a deadly 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 ain't no to play.
Twenty-four hours a day, that's straight!
My be rallied up, the scrilla - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be a black eye to the game.
But there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the strangled.
Flesh on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially.
I'd buck '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, dress like, act (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why want 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, ain't lyrical.
Give me deal, give 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, won't make history.
They makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We a celebration, cause 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, they talkin' about it plastic.
puttin' 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, 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 niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To this day I don't Jordan's.
Wasn't the first with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put that out (Put out!)
in everybody's category.
Cut that out, (Cut that out!) 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 realest knew they and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
They feel me 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. Totality
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
Palestinians with 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his back from Hades like Cain - took 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!

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