Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Ray Me

[Ja
Em you claim your a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's gonna be when she grows up?

- (Hailie Jade)]
Hahaaaa, Yeah, on
G G G G
(What??)
Come here
Bring daddy his (ok)
Were gonna it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe)

I'm about to get rid of some hoes simple
I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a
Look at what the fuck you dun got
I see you found your nitch you're a bitch with a menstral
Claiming you a murderer and spelt it
You but the "E" the "D" because that's all you on
You on dick (bitch) you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry keep it real life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
And what kind of mothafucker ruins 3 deals that another got you they didn't see skills
And I playing your a brother getting cheated
And Ja Rule be on his cover cause he need it
And you hating shut your mouths
It's the real niggas ain't buying that shit you put out

Doe Rae Me but we sing motherfuckers
So Murda Inc do thing motherfuckers
You on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with motherfucking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the green don't with the triple beams
You's a fucking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Billy Holiday how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, assasination
Def jam grabbed him, told him him you'll go platinum
They seen it for sure I know that Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
Reinacting her boy saw him clacking his toy
Match and destroy slash Aftermath in detroit motherfucker

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
Ja quit playing now get off not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause hot and you're not
Going at me is the only you got
Ja quit playing now get off your not
You can get popped all that shit you pop

[Kon
Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievence and the and intimate hugs
We take you serious nigga you shook,
You're of a half wieght crook nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the late great one and when your you'll only be the late fake one
Nigga stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant looking senior citizen
Built up slap you renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look a banana with braids and clothes on
A bitch made man now how you gonna connect with them ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex
You niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and
that pen and pad up out of your purse

Slim set an to get at the wanktas
He told me to let loose and spit at the
up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the for stucky and bush stones
What's wrong? didn't think were strong with niggas
Roll like a boss in the streets they still us
This witness yall ain't caught the concept
You're talking non sense to walking threats
Contacts blown by Benzetta in the Source
Threatning at the boss gonna see me on your porch
Now Irv got the to try serve on us
But Detroit niggas curve and stirs to bust

Do I gotta get my nigga bugz, like you get beat up
unconscience and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's right on the shit you got left to help you eat
You not Pac's songs without laws will help you
You got shot in your trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my lil girls in a song again)
Don't play me cause your washed up, your spot
Mama say sa Macosaca
(Fucking pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me we're hot and you're not
(Im'a you up boy)
Going at me is the shot you got
(Never again in your fucking life)
Ja playing now get off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie whip your mother fucking asses)
You can get after all that shit you pop

Trice]
Yeah, right motherfuckers
Records, what you know about?
Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja
Nigga, this is Obie Trice right here talkin to you fuckers
Ja punk ass yeah
Fuck his for real ass
that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real'
Candy rain ass nigga you got a now you rappin
You don't know us, faggot ass fuckers
money to all my real niggas
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Hahahaha

[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

No honey you guys are the same size