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 like this, yeah... Jackson...

Remember the killa, the lyrical 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 talkin' you!
Get off the
Nigga, swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate.
Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't 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!
be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if they true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no to play.
Twenty-four a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla - tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Dahmer - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a eye to the game.
But there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and the lames strangled.
Flesh banged on 'em and I did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now they get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, while these phony's, hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how of a hit you got!

[Layzie
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 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, ain't lyrical.
me that deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it hard to see.
No authenticity, they make history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like J.J. Fad.
Now how do these assume they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go boom I spend my dollars,
But naw, I these lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten years strong, domination.
Never no nomination 'cause homie 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 gonna on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's 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 take it to High School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To this day I don't Jordan's.
Wasn't the nigga 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!)
a damn 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 sing, then don't sing!
The realest knew place and they did it.
We blaze 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
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Totality
Opium flow wherever I go, to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, where my is?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! this peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These Palestinians 3 buck shots!
When Roger caught his brother 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.
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!