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 mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So Hailie gonna be when she grows up

[Intro - Eminem - + (Hailie) (*echo*)
A ha

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

[Verse 1 - Swifty
I'm about to get rid of hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to Murder Inc. lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil
Look at what the fuck you got into
I see you found your you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin you a murderer and it wrong
You put "E" the "D" because 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, keep it real
Life is more than niggaz and eatin pills
And what kinda ruins three deals
That another got you, they didn't see skills
And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin
And Ja be prayin on his color cause he need it
(2Pac: Get on your and pray)
And all you niggaz hatin, shut mouths
It's just the real ain't buyin that shit y'all put out

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

[Chorus - Eminem] - w/ ad
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 playin, knock it off you're not Tupac
hate me cause you hot and your not goin at me
The only you got
Ja quit knock it off you're not Tupac
And get like all that shit you pop

C'MON!

3 - Kuniva]
Now we can skip the mean mugs, get to the slugs
the grievance and the cryin and the intimate hugs
We don't take you 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 gon' be the late fake one
Nigga please, to the script
the guns stick to the clip
And you ain't shit but a bitch
Fuckin old ass ignorant innocent lookin citizen
Built up you like Grandmas all sensitive
a minute hold on (what's up?)
Is it me or do we look like a banana braids and clothes on (*laughing*)
A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna
With those short ass like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggaz could holla and curse
Go ahead, and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Verse 4 -
didn't send Proof to get into +Wankstas+
He told me to let loose and at the gangstas
up Gotti and this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stuckin Bridgestones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real
Roll like a boss in the streets still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the (bitch)
When the talk get nonsense to walk in threats
was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threatin at the boss you 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 Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked 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 transvestite that like a Lil' Kim fox
Your chest a little wooden box
When I press tight on the of this glock
That's all the little shit 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 own idea (*gunshots fired*)

[Eminem - talking over the
you never say my little girl's name in a song again
Fuckin punk, pussy,
fuck you up boy
Never, never in your motherfuckin
Smack the shit out you little midget
Hailie will your motherfuckin ass

[Outro - Obie - talking]
Yeah, that's motherfuckers
Records, what you know about?
Fuck
Ja Rule, nigga
This is Obie Trice right here talkin to you
Ja Rule ass
Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, that's Soul 4 Real
That's the from Soul 4 Real
Candy ass nigga
He got a deal now he
He don't know ..
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 are the same size