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 of the East Coast chronic
'til your lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, all the drama at?
So ironic, L back

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

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

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

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

As I am the descendant of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers from mental graves
Make 'em confess, LL's the most
God and no man's it, gotta 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 this bread, use ya
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' bombs get blown
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 smack down the A&R who the deal
Then wrap 'round his neck yo' to reel
So next time he know, how the feel

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

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

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

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
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 garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart
And now your shit is out the stores
And uh, next month you to go out on the tour but

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

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

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

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

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