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, all the drama at?
So ironic, L came

Flooded the market, got 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 fuck with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, you call 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' take it for granted
Cram to understand it, I'll and write it left handed
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your branded

Got a voice like a 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 not be done again

As sure I am the descendant of slaves
I'ma brothers from they 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, the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't FA
L said it so, on the L.A.

Do, get this bread, use ya
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
Droppin' bombs spots get
So why would you assume my wouldn't bloom
I rap, wack, MC's vacate 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 loose and wrap hand 'round the
Leave you in the truck, '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 there's no
I threw a bomb rhyme in the of Troy Aikman
My track record is out there,
E.T. like maybe I should 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 this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

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.
(That's right)

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

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

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

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

It's simply, 'cause you wasn't focused on the day
And your tape, you can't 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 been sellin' tapes for thirteen years
So get that clear
You might have a few more tapes but
Realistically are you great?
(Nah)

get respect but I done paid dues
Stood on the block slangin' up rocks, I'm the same dude
been the same nigga since I came through
Do-re-mi too, fool