Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

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

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

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 nigga too

Braggin' you platinum like that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what the fuck with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, what you call rocks to me is
to throw salt on my name, shit's 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 up and leave your bitch branded

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

As I am the descendant of former 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, it's all
Mi, you ain't FA
L said it so, on the L.A.

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

Uhh, E-Dub on the
bombs spots get blown
So why would you assume my style wouldn't
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 'round 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 rapper y'all 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 phone home
(Hello?)

I'm known for the dome
Drop any song of mine right now in the and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J, heard it spit this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you goin' 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 goin' FA
'Cause 'Face so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

You a trash ass nigga slash ass rhymer
You switched the raw to a chart climber
And now your shit is blowin' out the
And uh, next you fin' to go out on the tour but

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

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

It's simply, you wasn't focused on the next 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 that
You have sold a few more tapes but
Realistically are you great?
(Nah)

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