Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

Uhh, uhh,
See I how to get down, word up

It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast
Smoke 'til lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, all the drama at?
So ironic, L came

Flooded the market, got your on the wall
Holdin' his blunt, too fucked up to it
Show me a who can do like I do
Then gas your up so I can rip that nigga too

Braggin' you goin' platinum that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what the wrong with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, what you call to me is minerals?
Tried to salt on my name, shit's political

The man on the planet
So ill, when I'm spittin' niggaz it for granted
Cram to it, I'll switch and write it left handed
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your branded

Got a voice like a cannon shoot
I don't think she hot, your career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin' it will not be done

As sure I am the of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental
'em confess, LL's the most rugged
God and no man's it, gotta love it

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all
Mi, you ain't FA
L it so, puffin on the L.A.

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't FA
E so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

Uhh, on the microphone
Droppin' spots get blown
So why would you assume my style bloom
I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room

'Cause they and that's how I feel
I'ma smack down the A&R who the deal
Then 'round his neck yo' reel to reel
So next time he know, how the real

Get loose and wrap hand the steel
you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel
(I playin)
But front like I ain't it
And every rapper like, sample my shit

(Name one)
I'm nice, and no mistakin'
I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Aikman
My record is out there, gone
E.T. like maybe I should home
(Hello?)

I'm known for the bangers
Drop any song of mine right now in the and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, heard it spit this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, the industry, it's all about
Mi, you goin' FA
L it so, puffin on the L.A.
(That's right)

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, it's all
Mi, you goin' FA
'Face said so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass
You switched the raw to a chart climber
And now your shit is blowin' out the
And uh, next you fin' to go out on the tour but

(Two, and four)
Your records sellin' no more
And damn you done your money galore
Buyin' all the stupid shit that money can't afford
(Uh, oh)

Tryin' to up with the trendy
Got bitch minked out in all Fendi
Bought your a brand new Bentley
And the well wouldn't run dry is now empty

It's simply, 'cause you focused on the next day
And your tape, you can't give it away, but hey
I send to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses
you see, me I owns it

I've been quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen
So get that clear
You have sold a few more tapes but
Realistically are you that
(Nah)

Can't get but I done paid dues
Stood on the block cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude
I've been the nigga since I came through
too, damn fool