Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Ray Me

[Ja
Em you claim mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie be when she grows up?

- (Hailie Jade)]
Hahaaaa, Yeah, on
G G G G
(What??)
Come baby
Bring daddy his (ok)
Were gonna it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe)

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

Doe Rae Me but we sing motherfuckers
So Murda Inc do your thing
You unleased on a team who expects nothing then RnB coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen the dream
Now that you embrace the green don't fuck the triple beams
You's a fucking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Holiday how it happen?
with repituares saw him in action, Pac's assasination
Def jam him, told him reinact him you'll go platinum
They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey
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 play me your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
Ja playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me we're hot and you're not
Going at me is the only you got
Ja quit now get off your not Tupac
You can get popped after all that you pop

[Kon
Now we can skip the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievence and the crying and intimate
We don't take you nigga you shook,
You're half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X go sing a hook nigga
And you can't the late great 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 looking senior citizen
Built up slap you renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look a banana with braids and clothes on
A made man now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
You can scream, holla and curse and go ahead 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 gotti were in this little war you on
Put your ear to the for stucky and bush stones
What's didn't think were strong with real niggas
Roll like a boss in the streets they feel us
This real witness yall ain't caught the
You're talking non sense to walking threats
Contacts were blown by in the Source
Threatning at the boss you're gonna see me on porch
Now Irv got the nerse to try on us
But Detroit curve and they stirs to bust

Do I gotta get my nigga bugz, punks you get beat up
Stomped unconscience and smacked with the
This rap monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box I press tight on the trigger of this glock
right on the little shit you got left to help 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 name in a song again)
Don't me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
(Fucking pussy, BITCH!)
Ja playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me we're hot and you're not
(Im'a you up boy)
at me is the only shot you got
(Never again in your fucking life)
Ja quit playing now get off not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother fucking asses)
You can get popped after all shit you pop

Trice]
Yeah, that's right
Shady Records, you know about?
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja
Nigga, this is Obie right here talkin to you mother fuckers
Ja punk ass yeah
Fuck his for real ass
Nigga that's soul, that's the from 'soul for real'
Candy rain ass nigga you got a now you rappin
You don't know us, ass mother fuckers
Give money to all my real
Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade Hahahaha

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja taller than me?

[Eminem] No honey you are the same size