Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

[Tupac
Get on your knees
Get on your and pray, haha

(*scratching*)

[Ja Rule from +Loose
Em you your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie be when she grows up

[Intro - - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*)
A ha

C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!
(what?)
Come baby
Bring his Oscar (okay)
gonna shove up Ja Rule's ass (*laughing*)

[Verse 1 - McVay]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's
I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I talkin about a pencil
Look at the fuck you done got into
I see you your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin you a murderer and spelt it
You put "E" before the "D" that's all you on
You on dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was still alive, you never get by (for real)
All you do is cry, keep it real
is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills
And what kinda motherfucker ruins deals
That another got you, they didn't see skills
And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin
And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he it
(2Pac: Get on your and pray)
And all you niggaz hatin, your mouths
It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit put out

[Verse 2 - Obie
Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing
So Murder Inc. do your thing
You on a team
Who expects nothin less than R & B comin from that
Regime, is a little
That connect some soldiers, motherfuckin
Ja sold his to sing
our witness team on the TV screen
Chased the greed, now you embraced the green
Don't with them triple beams
You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac rapper
Slash Billy Holiday, how it
Artists and saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em
Told 'em reenact 'em, you go
They seen it for sure, I know that Shakur don't enjoy
Jeffrey Atkins her boy
So I'm click clackin the toy, and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*)
Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit (*gunshots*)

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs
Doe ray me, you fly so da, don't blame me
you washed up, lost your spot
I'm a stay on my side of my
Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not
Don't hate me cause you hot and not goin at me
The shot you got
Ja quit playin knock it off you're not
And get popped like all shit you pop

C'MON!

[Verse 3 -
Now we can skip the mean mugs, get to the slugs
'Til the grievance and the cryin and the hugs
We don't you serious nigga, you shook
You of a halfway crook
Get off X's dick go sing a nigga
And you can't the late great one
And when you gone you only be the late fake one
Nigga please, to the script
Before the stick to the clip
And Benzino you shit but a bitch
Fuckin old ass innocent lookin senior citizen
Built up slap you Grandmas all sensitive
Wait a hold on (what's up?)
Is it me or do we look like a with braids and clothes on (*laughing*)
A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna
With short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggaz could scream and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up your purse

4 - Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get into
He told me to let and spit at the gangstas
What up Gotti and this little war you on
Put your ear to the ground for stuckin your
What's wrong? Didn't we strong with real niggaz?
Roll a boss in the streets they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't the concept (bitch)
When the get nonsense to walk in bomb threats
Contacts was by Benzetta in The Source
Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on porch
Now Irv got the to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggaz heard and they scurred to bust

[Verse 5 - Kon
Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, like you get beat up
Stomped and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with
So much he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's ya?
Cadillac Pac or the that dressed like a Lil' Kim fox
Your chest like a wooden box
When I press on the trigger of this glock
right all the little shit you got left to help you eat
Your not souls, without laws we'll help you sleep
You got in your video tryin to mock Pac
You Mockaveli, get your own (*gunshots fired*)

[Eminem - over the Chorus]
you never say my little girl's name in a song again
Fuckin punk, pussy,
I'll you up boy
Never, never in motherfuckin life
the shit out you little motherfuckin midget
Hailie will whip motherfuckin ass

[Outro - Obie - talking]
Yeah, that's motherfuckers
Shady Records, what you about?
Fuck
Fuck Ja Rule,
This is Obie Trice right here to you motherfuckers
Ja Rule ass
Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, nigga that's 4 Real
That's the nigga Soul 4 Real
Candy ass nigga
He got a now he rappin
He don't what's ..
Faggot ass
Give to all my real niggas man
Obie Trice, D-12,
50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)

Daddy is Ja taller than me?

No honey you guys are the size