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

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

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

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

Got a like a cannon nigga shoot
I don't think she really hot, your is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever 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 from they graves
Make 'em confess, LL's the most
God and no above it, gotta love it

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.

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, on the microphone
bombs spots get blown
So why you assume my style wouldn't bloom
When I rap, wack, MC's the room

'Cause they 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 next time he know, how the feel

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

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

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

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

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't 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 chart
And now your is blowin' out the stores
And uh, next you fin' to go out on the tour but

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

Tryin' to up with the trendy
Got your bitch out in all Fendi
Bought homeboy a brand new Bentley
And the well that run dry is now empty

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

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

Can't get but I done paid 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