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 murda ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your 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 position is monumental, all shit was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
Don't be in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause it's a storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if they stay 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 - they tally up.
Like Bally's - I you.
Like Dahmer - I you.
you for using auto-tune.
Recognize here comes 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 the lames strangled.
Flesh on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but with their vocals made artificially.
I'd buck 'em y'all exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is still hot, while these phony's, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and see how hard of a hit you got!

[Layzie
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, 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, they lackin' the balance, lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do stars assume they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go boom I my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring lames to their doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten years strong, 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' 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 gotta do 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
Come nigga, you know what?...

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

[Bizzy
cut the Crucifix, explodes into the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm to juice the mix. Operation: Totality
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
myself 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, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These with 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother from Hades like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it 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!