Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

On your nigga get on your knees and pray
[Ja
Em you your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's gonna be when she grows up?
- (Hailie Jade)]
Hahaaaa, Yeah, on
D D D D
(What??)
Come baby
daddy his oscar (ok)
Were gonna it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe)

I'm to get rid of some hoes it's simple
I put the Murder Inc with and I ain't talking about a pencil
look at what the you dun got into
I see you found your nitch you're just a with a menstral
you a murderer and spelt it wrong
You but the "E" before the "D" because all you on
You on Pac's dick you a replica guy if he were still alive you never get by
All you do is cry bitch keep it real life is more than imitating and eating pills
and what kind of mothafucker ruins 3 that another nigga got you they didn't see skills
and I ain't playing your a getting cheated
and Ja Rule be praying on his cause he need it
and you hating shut your mouths
it's just the niggas is not buying that shit you put out

Doe Rae Me but we don't sing
so Murda Inc do thing motherfuckers
you unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB from that regime
regime is a little extreme neck to neck soldiers motherfucking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the
now that you embrace the green fuck with the triple beams
yousa muther fucking actor slash Pac rapper
slash Billy Holiday how it
artists repituares saw him in action, Pac's assasination
Def jam grabbed him, him reinact him you go platinum
they it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
her boy saw him click clacking his toy
match and destroy shady slash in detroit motherfucker

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't me cause your washed up, lost your spot
say mama sa mo ma ku sa
Ja playing knock it off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and not
Going at me is the only you got
Ja quit playing it off your not Tupac
you can get after all that shit you pop

Now we can skip past the mugs, get to the slugs
to and the crying and intimate hugs
we don't take you nigga you shook,
you're half of a half crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
and you can't replace the late one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
nigga please stick the script the guns stick to the clip
and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant innocent looking citizen
built up you like renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a with braids and clothes on
a bitch made man now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms a Tyranasaurous Rex
you niggas can scream, holla and curse and go and respond
pull that pen and pad up out of your

Slim set an impulse to get at the
he me to let loose and spit at the ganstas
what up were in this little war you pushed on
put your ear to the drama for stucky and stones
what's wrong? didn't think strong with real niggas
roll like a boss in the streets they feel us
this real yall ain't caught the concept
you're talking non sense to bomb threats
contacts blown by Benzetta in the Source
threatning at the boss you're see me on your porch
now Irv got the nerse to try on us
but niggas curve and they stirs to bust
Kon
Do I get my nigga bugz, punks like you get beat up
stomped unconscience and with the heater
this rap cookie monster jabbed in the tonsils
with dicks so much that he should be fixed a vagina
behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim, Fox
your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the of this glock
that's right on the little shit you got left to you eat
you not Pac's songs without will help you sleep
you got shot in your trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my lil girls in a song again)
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your
Mama say mama sa
(Fucking pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit knock it off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me we're hot and you're not
(Im'a you up boy)
Going at me is the only you got
(Never again in your mother life)
Ja playing knock it off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will your mother fucking asses)
You can get popped after all shit you pop
Trice]
Yeah, right motherfuckers
Shady Records, what you know
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja
Nigga, this is Trice right here talkin to you mother fuckers
Ja Rule punk ass
Fuck his soul for ass
Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from for real'
Candy rain ass nigga you got a deal now you
You don't know us, faggot ass fuckers
Give money to all my niggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie


Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

No honey you are the same size