Luyện nghe bài hát D.O.A. Remix

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

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

Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm murda ya!
Up in you a hernia.
You suck, I'm just ya, nigga!
If you did it, nigga, then clearly we about you!
Get off the
Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your accurate.
Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't a hand.
Rappin' insane with the 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!
be consumed in auto-tune. (Auto-tune!)
'Cause a deadly storm blowin' through here soon.
Originators can survive it if stay true and innovate.
Imitators, fakers, all die

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

[Layzie
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 want to look 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.
These pretenders, no contenders, it ain't hard to see.
No authenticity, they won't history.
They only makin' Lil Lay-Lay mad, they going out they J.J. Fad.
Now how do these stars assume can use the auto-tune,
Just because the bass go 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.
ten years strong, that's domination.
Never need no nomination homie the streets respect it.
We it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record.
I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, talkin' about keepin' it plastic.
They 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 this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for

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

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

First off let me take it back to School.
You teach rules, being in a rented crib.
To this day I wear Jordan's.
Wasn't the nigga with them in High School
(?) ass nigga, put out (Put that out!)
Shine in category.
Cut that out, (Cut that out!) 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 auto-tune so you need to sense (Bone! Bone! Bone!).
Rest and hood living. (lifted?)
They feel me resonate it. Get realest.
me, (Naw!) I'mma stay hood, harmonied out.

[Bizzy
Invisible cut the Crucifix, into the galaxy!
Show you niggas how I get - No! No fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin' to juice the mix. Operation:
Opium flow I go, auto-tune to the Matrixes.
Shot myself in Cali, woke up no witnesses.
Satan, she my mistresses.
Mohammad, my bitches is?
Eve's as witches is
Yeah! Nigga peanuts!
I'm T-Pain, back my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These Palestinians 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 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!