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 Coast chronic
Smoke 'til lungs collapse
You to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L came

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

Braggin' you goin' like that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what the fuck wrong with you,
Come L, what you call rocks to me is minerals?
Tried to throw 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 and write it left handed
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your branded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm known for the dome
any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL J, never 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 said it so, on the L.A.
(That's right)

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

You a ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a climber
And now your shit is out the stores
And uh, next month you to go out on the tour but

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

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

simply, 'cause you wasn't 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 sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So let's get clear
You might have sold a few tapes but
are you that great?
(Nah)

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