Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

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

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

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

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

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

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

As sure I am the descendant of slaves
resurrect brothers from they mental graves
Make 'em confess, the most rugged
God and no man's above it, gotta 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, it's all
Mi, you ain't FA
E said so, on the L.A.
(Ti do)

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

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

Get loose and wrap hand 'round the
Leave you in the truck, 'round ya wheel
(I playin)
But y'all front like I 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 Troy
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 now in the club and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, never heard it spit way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

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.
(That's right)

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you goin' FA
'Face 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 sellin' no more
And damn you done spent your galore
Buyin' all the stupid that your money can't afford
(Uh, oh)

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

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
Everything you see, me I it

I've quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So let's get clear
You might have a few more 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
been the same nigga since I came through
Do-re-mi too, damn