Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

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

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

the market, got your mens on the wall
Holdin' his blunt, too 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 platinum in eighty-five, what the fuck wrong with you,
Come [unverified] L, what you rocks to me is minerals?
to throw salt on my name, shit's political

The baddest man on the
So ill, when I'm spittin' niggaz take it for
Cram to understand it, I'll and write it left handed
Heat my pinky ring up and 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 touch the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin' it will not be again

As I am the descendant of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers they mental graves
Make 'em confess, LL's the rugged
God and no above it, gotta love it

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.

Do, get this bread, use ya
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' spots get blown
So why would you assume my style bloom
When I rap, wack, MC's the room

they suck 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 time he know, how the 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 every rapper like, sample my shit

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

I'm known for the bangers
Drop any 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 this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't 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
'Face said so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

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

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

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

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

I've quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So get that clear
You might have sold a few tapes but
Realistically are you great?
(Nah)

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