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 shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe)

I'm to get rid of some hoes it's simple
I put the Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil
Look at what the you dun got into
I see you found your you're just a bitch 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 (bitch) you a replica guy if he were still alive you would 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 cover he need it
And you niggas hating your mouths
It's just the real niggas ain't buying that you put out

Doe Rae Me but we don't sing
So Murda Inc do your thing
You unleased on a team who expects less then RnB coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck soldiers motherfucking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the green fuck with the triple beams
You's a muther fucking slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Holiday how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, assasination
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
Reinacting her boy saw him clacking his toy
Match and destroy Shady Aftermath in detroit motherfucker

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

[Kon
Now we can skip past the mugs, get to the slugs
To grievence and the crying and intimate
We take you serious nigga you shook,
You're of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the late great one and your gone you'll only be the late fake one
Nigga please stick the script before the guns stick to the
And you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant innocent looking senior citizen
Built up slap you like renisanse sicitive wait a hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana braids and clothes 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 to get at the wanktas
He told me to let loose and spit at the
up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the drama for stucky and stones
What's didn't think were strong with real niggas
Roll like a boss in the streets still feel us
This real witness yall ain't the concept
talking non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts blown by Benzetta 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 gotta get my nigga bugz, like you get beat up
Stomped unconscience and with the heater
This rap monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box when I press 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 shot in 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 in a song again)
Don't me cause your washed up, lost your spot
say mama 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)
Going at me is the shot you got
(Never in your mother fucking life)
Ja quit playing now get off not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, will whip your mother fucking asses)
You can get popped after all that you pop

Trice]
Yeah, right motherfuckers
Shady Records, you know about?
Fuck Benzino, Ja Rule
Nigga, this is Obie Trice here talkin to you mother fuckers
Ja Rule ass yeah
Fuck his for real ass
Nigga that's soul, that's the nigga 'soul for real'
Candy rain ass nigga you got a now you rappin
You know us, faggot ass mother fuckers
Give to all my real niggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

[Eminem] No you guys are the same size