Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

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

(*scratching*)

[Ja Rule +Loose Change+]
Em you claim your mother's a 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 here
daddy his Oscar (okay)
Where gonna up Ja Rule's ass (*laughing*)

[Verse 1 - Swifty
I'm about to get rid of hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil
at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your you just a bitch with a menstrual
you a murderer and spelt it wrong
You put "E" before the "D" because all you on
You on Pac's (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was alive, you would never get by (for real)
All you do is cry, keep it real
Life is more than imitatin niggaz and pills
And what kinda motherfucker three deals
That another nigga got you, they didn't see
And I ain't playin, you a gettin cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he it
(2Pac: Get on your and pray)
And all you hatin, shut your mouths
It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that y'all put out

2 - Obie Trice]
Doe Rae Me, but we don't motherfuckers
So Murder Inc. do thing motherfuckers
You unleashed on a
Who expects nothin less than R & B comin that regime
Regime, is a extreme
connect some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines
Ja sold his to sing
our witness team on the TV screen
Chased the greed, now that you the green
Don't fuck with triple beams
You's a actor slash Pac impersonatin rapper
Slash Holiday, how it happen?
Artists and repertoire saw him in
Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em
'em reenact 'em, you go platinum
They it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy
Jeffrey reenactin her boy
So I'm click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun and fired*)
slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs
Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't me
you washed up, lost your spot
I'm a stay on my side of my
Ja quit playin, it off you're not Tupac
Don't hate me you hot and your not goin at me
The only you got
Ja quit knock it off you're not Tupac
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 and the cryin and the intimate hugs
We don't take you nigga, you shook
You half of a halfway
Get off X's go sing a hook nigga
And you replace the late great one
And when you gone you only be the late fake one
please, stick to the script
Before the guns to the clip
And Benzino you ain't but a bitch
Fuckin old ass ignorant innocent lookin citizen
Built up slap you Grandmas all sensitive
Wait a minute 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 connect
With short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggaz could scream and curse
Go ahead, and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

4 - Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get +Wankstas+
He told me to let loose and spit at the
What up Gotti and this war you pushed on
Put your ear to the for stuckin your Bridgestones
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 caught the (bitch)
When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb
was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threatin at the you gonna see me on your porch
Now Irv got the to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggaz and they ain't scurred to bust

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

[Eminem - over the Chorus]
Don't you never say my little girl's in a song again
punk, pussy, bitch
I'll you up boy
Never, in your motherfuckin life
Smack the shit out you motherfuckin midget
Hailie will whip your ass

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

Daddy is Ja Rule taller me?

No honey you guys are the same