Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Ray Me

[Ja
Em you claim your a crackhead 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 daddy his (ok)
gonna shove 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
Look at what the you dun got into
I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch a menstral
Claiming you a murderer and spelt it
You but the "E" the "D" because 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 and eating pills
And kind of mothafucker ruins 3 deals 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 cover he need it
And you hating shut your mouths
just 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 less then RnB coming from that
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers marines
Ja sold his to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the don't fuck with the triple beams
You's a muther actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billy how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, Pac's
Def jam him, told him reinact him you'll 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 Aftermath in detroit motherfucker

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

[Kon
Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To and the crying and intimate hugs
We don't you serious nigga you shook,
half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick 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 before the stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass innocent 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 gonna with them short ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
You niggas can scream, 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 told me to let loose and spit at the
What up gotti were in 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
like a boss in the streets they still feel us
This witness yall ain't caught the concept
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 your
Now Irv got the nerse to try on us
But Detroit curve and they stirs to bust

Do I get my nigga bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped and smacked with the heater
This rap monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box I press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's on the little shit you got left to help you eat
You not Pac's without laws will help you sleep
You got shot in your video 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 play me cause your washed up, lost 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 mother fucking life)
Ja quit now get off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother fucking asses)
You can get after all that shit you pop

Trice]
Yeah, that's motherfuckers
Shady Records, you know about?
Benzino, fuck Ja Rule
Nigga, this is Obie Trice here talkin to you mother fuckers
Ja punk ass yeah
his soul 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, faggot ass fuckers
Give money to all my niggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Hahahaha

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule taller me?

[Eminem] No honey you are the same size