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, swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate.
Kray the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' insane with the same average, 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!)
it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay 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 - they up.
Bally's - I exercise you.
Like - I victimize you.
Criticize you for auto-tune.
Recognize here comes doom.
There's no room for the wack. be givin' a black eye to the game.
But there's than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled.
banged on 'em and I never did let up.
you hoes!
Opponents they keep their on the ropes, their faces hit the floor.
Suckers ain't but jokes with their vocals made artificially.
I'd rather buck 'em exposed, now they gotta get disposed.
My temp is burning hot, while these 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 sound like, like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to like, dress like, sound like?
(It's the Thuggish Ruggish!) the critical, criminal, non-subliminal.
Set it off, let it off, is visible.
I battle, I challenge, I my syllables.
Sound Bone, that's dispicable.
put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original.
It's pitiful, niggas lyrical.
Give me that deal, me that miracle!
They lackin' the talent, lackin' the balance, they lackin' the harmony.
niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they make history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they out like they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars they can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these lames to doom.
Better up! Wake up! Wake up!
We back innovation.
We havin' a celebration, Flesh-n-Bone is home.
Been ten strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination 'cause the streets respect it.
We keepin' it epic and neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic.
They puttin' the in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons.
I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I do this for Michael.
You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, somethin' I'm willin' to die for

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

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

First off let me take it back to 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!)
in everybody's category.
Cut that out, (Cut out!) Flat out! (Flat out!)
a damn 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, don't sing!
The realest knew place and they did it.
We blaze so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and silent living. (lifted?)
They me resonate it. Get Bible realest.
me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into the galaxy!
Show you how loose I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Totality
flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
wicked as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These with 3 buck shots!
When Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like Cain - took him out!
say "Get out man."
Give me my third eye and I'll it back 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!