Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Ray Me

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

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

I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's
I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a
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 (bitch) you a replica guy if he were still 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 ruins 3 deals that another nigga got you they didn't see skills
And I ain't playing your a brother cheated
And Ja be praying on his cover cause he need it
And you niggas hating shut your
It's just the real 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 less then RnB coming from 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 don't fuck with the beams
You's a muther fucking actor slash Pac rapper
Slash Billy how it happen?
Artists repituares saw him in action, Pac's assasination
Def jam grabbed him, told him reinact him go platinum
They seen it for sure I know Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
her boy saw him click clacking his toy
Match and destroy Shady slash Aftermath in detroit

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

Artis]
Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievence and the crying and intimate
We don't you serious 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 great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant looking senior citizen
up slap you like renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and on
A bitch made man now how you connect with them short ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
You niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and
Pull pen and pad up out of your purse

Slim set an impulse to get at the
He told me to let loose and spit at the
up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
What's didn't think were strong with real niggas
Roll like a in the streets they still feel us
This real yall ain't caught the concept
You're non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts were blown by in the Source
at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
Now Irv got the to try serve on us
But Detroit niggas curve and they to bust

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 he should be fixed with a vagina
behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's on the little shit you got left to help you eat
You not songs without laws will help you sleep
You got in your video 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 name in a again)
Don't play me your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
(Fucking pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause 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 all that shit you pop

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

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule taller me?

No honey you guys are the same size