Luyện nghe bài hát Do-Re-Mi

Uhh, uhh,
See I how to get down, word up

It's so hot it's LL's version of the East Coast
Smoke 'til your collapse
You to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L back

the market, got your mens on the wall
Holdin' his blunt, too fucked up to it
Show me a nigga who can do I do
Then gas your mans up so I can rip nigga too

you goin' platinum like that shit brand new
I was in eighty-five, what the fuck wrong with you, huh?
Come [unverified] L, what you call rocks to me is
Tried to throw salt on my name, political

The baddest man on the
So ill, when I'm niggaz take it for granted
Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it left
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch

Got a like a cannon nigga shoot
I don't think she really hot, career is a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever the pen
Take a look at what I'm doin' it will not be done

As sure I am the of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers from they graves
Make 'em confess, the most rugged
God and no man's it, gotta love it

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't FA
L it so, puffin on the L.A.

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't FA
E said so, on the L.A.
(Ti do)

Uhh, E-Dub on the
Droppin' bombs get blown
So why would you my style wouldn't bloom
I rap, wack, MC's vacate the room

'Cause they suck and that's how I
I'ma down the A&R who signed the deal
Then wrap his neck yo' reel to reel
So next he know, how the real feel

Get loose and wrap hand the steel
Leave you in the truck, 'round ya wheel
(I playin)
But y'all like I ain't it
And every rapper y'all like, sample my

(Name one)
I'm nice, and there's no
I threw a bomb rhyme in the of Troy Aikman
My record is out there, gone
E.T. maybe I should phone home
(Hello?)

I'm known for the dome
Drop any song of mine right now in the and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL J, never heard it spit this way, hey
(Jigga, jigga)

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, it's all
Mi, you goin' FA
L it so, puffin on the L.A.
(That's right)

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you ain't FA
'Cause said so, puffin on the L.A.
(Ti do)

You a trash ass slash garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart
And now your shit is blowin' out the
And uh, next month you to go out on the tour but

(Two, and four)
records ain't sellin' no more
And you done spent your money galore
Buyin' all the stupid shit that your money afford
(Uh, oh)

to keep up with the trendy
Got your bitch minked out in all
Bought your homeboy a new Bentley
And the that wouldn't run dry is now empty

It's simply, 'cause you focused on the next day
And your next tape, you give it away, but hey
I send these to these niggaz tryin' to up with the Joneses
Everything you see, me I it

I've been quietly sellin' tapes for thirteen
So get that clear
You might have sold a few more but
are you that great?
(Nah)

Can't get respect but I done dues
Stood on the block slangin' up rocks, I'm the same dude
I've been the same since I came through
Do-re-mi too, damn