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 chronic
'til your lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, where all the at?
So ironic, L came

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

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

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

Got a voice a cannon nigga shoot
I don't she really hot, your career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to touch 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 this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you goin' FA
L it so, puffin on the L.A.

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you goin' FA
E so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

Uhh, E-Dub on the
Droppin' bombs spots get
So why would you assume my wouldn't bloom
I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room

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

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

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

I'm known for the dome
Drop any of mine right now in the club and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never 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 bread, use ya infrared
Re, the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't FA
'Cause 'Face said so, 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 is blowin' out the stores
And uh, next you fin' to go out on the tour but

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

to keep up with the trendy
Got your minked out in all Fendi
Bought homeboy 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 next tape, you give it away, but hey
I these to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses
Everything you see, me I it

I've been sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So let's get that
You might have sold a few tapes but
Realistically are you that
(Nah)

Can't get respect but I paid dues
Stood on the block slangin' up rocks, I'm the same dude
I've been the nigga since I came through
Do-re-mi too, fool