Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

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

It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast
Smoke 'til 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 your mans up so I can rip nigga 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 salt on my name, shit's political

The man on the planet
So ill, when I'm niggaz 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 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 descendant of slaves
resurrect brothers from they mental graves
Make 'em confess, LL's the most
God and no man's above it, love it

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, the industry, it's all about
Mi, you goin' FA
L said it so, 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, E-Dub on the
Droppin' bombs get blown
So why you assume my style 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
wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel
So time he know, how the real feel

Get loose and 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 there's no
I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Aikman
My record is out there, gone
E.T. like maybe I phone home
(Hello?)

I'm for the dome bangers
any song 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, it's all
Mi, you goin' FA
L said it so, on the L.A.
(That's right)

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
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 slash ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a 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 ain't sellin' no more
And damn you spent your money galore
Buyin' all the stupid shit your money can't afford
(Uh, oh)

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

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

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