Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

[Layzie
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

Bone]
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We gon' do it this, yeah... Kray Jackson...

Remember the killa, the beast? I'm gon' murda ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then we talkin' about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your accurate.
Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' with the same average, always above!
Nigga, no love,
You is artificial, insufficient, not an issue.
Our position is monumental, all shit was accidental!
Simple, be no fool!
Don't be in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause a deadly storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if they true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

Y'all can't all rap and it ain't no time to play.
hours a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the - they tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Dahmer - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a eye to the game.
But there's more than a ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with vocals made artificially.
I'd rather 'em y'all exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is burning hot, while these phony's, they hardly not!
We can on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye!
Why they want to sound like, dress like, act (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to like, dress like, sound like?
(It's the Ruggish!) It's the critical, criminal, non-subliminal.
Set it off, let it off, is visible.
I battle, I challenge, I my syllables.
Sound like Bone, dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, ain't lyrical.
me that deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, they the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, won't make history.
They makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars assume can use the auto-tune,
Just because the go boom I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these lames to doom.
Better wake up! Wake up! up!
We bringin' innovation.
We havin' a celebration, cause is home.
Been ten years strong, domination.
Never need no 'cause homie the streets respect it.
We keepin' it and never neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' keepin' it plastic.
puttin' the game in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm to die for

Yeah... on! Come On! Come On!
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!

Bone]
Come nigga, you know what?...

off let me take it back to High School.
You teach rules, being in a rented crib.
To day I don't wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut out, (Cut that out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
It's a shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudelent rappers' mouth.
Or I say entertainers, I'm complainin'.
North, East, West, and South, cut out.
'em all Pac and no slouch. (Get it! Get it! Get it!)
If you can't sing, then sing!
The knew they place and they did it.
We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me resonate it. Get realest.
Quiet me, (Naw!) I'mma hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, explodes the galaxy!
you niggas how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Totality
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
wicked as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back with my and we nuts!
Palestinians with 3 buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it to the masters.
the back of the dollar, but why?
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

[Layzie
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!