Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

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

(*scratching*)

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

- Eminem - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*)
A ha

C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!
(what?)
Come baby
Bring daddy his (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 to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil
at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche you just a bitch with a
Claimin you a murderer and spelt it
You put "E" before the "D" that's 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, bitch keep it
is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills
And what motherfucker ruins three deals
That nigga got you, they didn't see skills
And I ain't playin, you a brother cheated
And Ja Rule be on his color cause he need it
(2Pac: Get on knees and pray)
And all you niggaz hatin, your mouths
It's just the real niggaz ain't that shit y'all put out

[Verse 2 - Trice]
Doe Rae Me, but we sing motherfuckers
So Murder Inc. do your thing
You on a team
Who expects nothin than R & B comin from that regime
Regime, is a extreme
That some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines
Ja his soul to sing
Weave our team on the TV screen
Chased the greed, now you embraced the green
fuck with them triple beams
You's a motherfuckin slash Pac impersonatin rapper
Slash Billy Holiday, how it
and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em
Told 'em reenact 'em, you go
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni don't enjoy
Jeffrey reenactin her boy
So I'm click the toy, mash 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
Cause you washed up, lost your
I'm a stay on my side of my
Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not
Don't hate me you hot and your not goin at me
The shot you got
Ja quit playin it off you're not Tupac
And get popped all that shit you pop

C'MON!

3 - Kuniva]
Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the
'Til the and the cryin and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga, you
You of a halfway crook
Get off X's go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the late one
And when you gone you only gon' be the late one
please, stick to the script
Before the guns to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a
Fuckin old ass ignorant lookin senior citizen
Built up slap you like all sensitive
a minute hold on (what's up?)
Is it me or do we look a banana with braids and clothes on (*laughing*)
A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna
those short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggaz could scream and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your

[Verse 4 -
Slim didn't send Proof to get +Wankstas+
He told me to let loose and spit at the
What up Gotti and little war you pushed on
Put ear to the ground for stuckin your Bridgestones
What's Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?
Roll like a boss in the streets still feel us
It's real business, y'all caught the concept (bitch)
When the talk get nonsense to in bomb threats
was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your
Now Irv got the nerve to try to on us
But Detroit niggaz heard and they scurred to bust

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

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

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

Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

No honey you guys are the same