Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

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

(*scratching*)

[Ja Rule +Loose Change+]
Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a slut
So what's Hailie gonna be 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 shove up Ja 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 ain't about a pencil
at what 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 Pac's (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was still alive, you never get by (for real)
All you do is cry, bitch keep it
Life is more imitatin niggaz and eatin pills
And kinda motherfucker ruins three deals
That another nigga got you, didn't see skills
And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin
And Ja Rule be prayin on his cause he need it
(2Pac: Get on knees and pray)
And all you niggaz hatin, shut your
It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit put out

[Verse 2 - Obie
Doe Rae Me, but we sing motherfuckers
So Murder Inc. do your thing
You on a team
Who expects nothin less than R & B comin from that
Regime, is a extreme
That connect some soldiers, motherfuckin
Ja sold his soul to
our witness team on the TV screen
Chased the greed, now you embraced the green
Don't fuck with them beams
You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin
Slash Billy Holiday, how it
Artists and repertoire saw him in
Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em
'em reenact 'em, you go platinum
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni don't enjoy
Jeffrey Atkins her boy
So I'm click clackin the toy, and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*)
Shady slash in Detroit motherfucker (*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 of my crusade
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 playin knock it off you're not Tupac
And get like all that shit you pop

C'MON!

[Verse 3 -
Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
'Til the grievance and the cryin and the 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 can't the late great one
And when you gone you only gon' be the fake one
Nigga please, stick to the
Before the guns stick to the
And Benzino you shit but a bitch
Fuckin old ass innocent lookin senior citizen
Built up slap you Grandmas all sensitive
a minute hold on (what's up?)
Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and on (*laughing*)
A "Made Man", now how you gonna connect
With those short ass like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You could scream holla and curse
Go ahead, respond and that pen and pad up outta your purse

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

5 - Kon Artis]
Yo, props to my Bugz, punks like you get beat up
unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie get jabbed in the tonsils with dicks
So that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's ya?
Cadillac Pac or the transvestite dressed like a Lil' Kim fox
Your chest like a 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 souls, without laws we'll help you sleep
You got shot in your video to mock Pac
You Mockaveli, get your own (*gunshots fired*)

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

[Outro - Obie Trice -
Yeah, that's motherfuckers
Shady Records, you know about?
Fuck
Fuck Ja Rule,
This is Trice right here talkin to you motherfuckers
Ja Rule ass
Yeah, fuckin 4 Real ass, nigga that's Soul 4 Real
That's the from Soul 4 Real
Candy ass nigga
He got a deal now he
He know what's ..
Faggot ass
money to all my real niggas man
Obie Trice, D-12,
50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)

Daddy is Ja Rule taller me?

No you guys are the same size