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
Smoke your lungs collapse
You to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L came

the market, got your mens on the wall
Holdin' his blunt, too fucked up to it
Show me a nigga who can do I do
Then gas 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 wrong with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, what you rocks to me is minerals?
Tried to throw on my name, shit's political

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

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

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

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

Uhh, on the microphone
Droppin' bombs get blown
So why would you assume my 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 the deal
Then wrap his neck yo' reel to reel
So time he know, how the real 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 y'all like, sample my shit

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

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

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.
(That's right)

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

You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass
You switched the raw to a chart climber
And now your shit is blowin' out the
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 money
all the stupid shit that your money can't afford
(Uh, oh)

Tryin' to keep up the trendy
Got your bitch out in all Fendi
Bought your homeboy a new Bentley
And the well that 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 up with the Joneses
you see, me I owns it

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

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