Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Ray Me

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

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

I'm about to get rid of some it's simple
I put the Murder Inc with and I'm not talking about a pencil
at what the fuck you dun got into
I see you found your nitch just a bitch with a menstral
Claiming you a murderer and it wrong
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 still alive you would get by
All you do is cry bitch keep it real is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
And what kind of mothafucker ruins 3 deals 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 the real niggas ain't buying that shit you put out

Doe Rae Me but we don't sing
So Murda Inc do your thing
You unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that
Regime is a little neck to neck with soldiers motherfucking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now you embrace the green don't fuck with the triple beams
You's a muther fucking slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billy Holiday how it
Artists with repituares saw him in action, 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
Reinacting her boy saw him click his toy
Match and destroy Shady slash in detroit motherfucker

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, your spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
Ja playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause 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 past the mean mugs, get to the
To grievence and the and intimate hugs
We take you serious nigga you shook,
You're half of a half wieght crook get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
And you replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
Nigga please stick the before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass innocent looking senior citizen
Built up slap you renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana braids and clothes on
A bitch made man now how you gonna connect with them ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
You can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
that pen and pad up out of your purse

Slim set an to get at the wanktas
He told me to let and spit at the ganstas
up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
What's wrong? didn't think were with real niggas
Roll like a boss in the they still feel us
This real yall ain't caught the concept
talking non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts were blown by Benzetta in the
Threatning at the boss you're gonna see me on porch
Now Irv got the nerse to try on us
But Detroit niggas and they stirs to bust

Do I gotta get my nigga bugz, 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
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little box when 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 girls name in a again)
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost spot
Mama say mama sa
(Fucking pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit now get 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 now get 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 that you pop

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

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

[Eminem] No honey you guys are the size