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 chronic
Smoke 'til lungs collapse
You to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L back

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

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

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

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

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

Do, get bread, use ya infrared
Re, fuck the industry, it's all
Mi, you goin' 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 spots get
So why would you assume my style bloom
When I rap, wack, MC's vacate the

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

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

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

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

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, the industry, it's all about
Mi, you ain't FA
L said it so, on the L.A.
(That's right)

Do, get this bread, use ya
Re, fuck the industry, all about
Mi, you goin' FA
'Cause 'Face said so, on the L.A.
(Ti do)

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

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

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

It's simply, 'cause you focused on the next day
And your tape, you can't give it away, but hey
I send to these niggaz tryin' to keep up with the Joneses
Everything you see, me I it

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

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