Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhh, E-Dub on the
Droppin' bombs spots get
So why would you assume my style bloom
When I rap, wack, MC's the room

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

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

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

I'm for the dome bangers
Drop any song of mine right now in the club and danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never it spit this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

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

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, it's all
Mi, you ain't FA
'Cause 'Face so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

You a ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart
And now your shit is blowin' out the
And uh, month 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)

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

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

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

get respect but I done paid dues
Stood on the slangin' cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude
I've the same nigga since I came through
Do-re-mi too, damn