Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

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

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

Y'all simply all rap and it ain't no time to play.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla - tally up.
Like - I exercise you.
Like Dahmer - I you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize comes your doom.
There's no room for the wack. They be a black eye to the game.
But there's than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
Flesh 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 but jokes with their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed, now gotta get disposed.
My temp is still burning hot, while phony's, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how of a hit you got!

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye!
Why they want to like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to look like, dress like, 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.
Give me deal, give me that miracle!
They the talent, they lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out like J.J. Fad.
Now how do stars assume they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these to their doom.
wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin' innovation.
We a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten years strong, domination.
Never need no nomination homie the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they about keepin' it plastic.
They puttin' the in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm to die for

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

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

off let me take it back to High School.
You niggas teach rules, being in a crib.
To day I don't wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the first nigga with 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 damn shame, for spare change, what come out these 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 sing, then don't sing!
The realest they place and they did it.
We blaze so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
and silent hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me it. Get Bible realest.
me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, harmonied out.

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

Bone]
Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Bye!