Luyện nghe bài hát Doe Rae Me

[Tupac
Get on knees nigga
Get on your and pray, haha

(*scratching*)

[Ja Rule from +Loose
Em you your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So Hailie gonna be when she grows up

- Eminem - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*)
A ha

C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!
(what?)
Come baby
daddy his Oscar (okay)
Where shove up Ja Rule's ass (*laughing*)

[Verse 1 - Swifty
I'm about to get rid of hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't about a pencil
Look at the fuck you done got into
I see you your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin you a murderer and spelt it
You put "E" before the "D" that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a guy (*gunshots fired*)
If he was still alive, you never get by (for real)
All you do is cry, keep it real
Life is more than imitatin and eatin pills
And what kinda motherfucker three deals
That another nigga got you, they see skills
And I playin, you a brother gettin cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin on his color he need it
(2Pac: Get on knees and pray)
And all you niggaz hatin, shut mouths
It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit put out

[Verse 2 - Obie
Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing
So Murder Inc. do your motherfuckers
You on a team
Who expects nothin less R & B comin from that regime
Regime, is a extreme
connect some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines
Ja sold his to sing
Weave our team on the TV screen
the greed, now that you embraced the green
Don't fuck them triple beams
You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin
Billy Holiday, how it happen?
Artists and repertoire saw him in
Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em
Told 'em reenact 'em, you go
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur enjoy
Jeffrey Atkins her boy
So I'm clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*)
Shady Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)

- Eminem] - w/ ad libs
Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't me
Cause you up, lost your spot
I'm a stay on my side of my
Ja quit playin, it off you're not Tupac
Don't hate me cause you hot and your not at me
The shot you got
Ja quit playin knock it off not Tupac
And get popped all that shit you pop

C'MON!

3 - Kuniva]
Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
'Til the and the cryin and the intimate hugs
We don't you serious nigga, you shook
You of a halfway crook
Get off X's dick go sing a hook
And you can't replace the late one
And you gone you only gon' be the late fake one
Nigga please, to the script
Before the guns to the clip
And Benzino you ain't but a bitch
Fuckin old ass ignorant innocent lookin citizen
up slap you like Grandmas all sensitive
Wait a minute on (what's up?)
Is it me or do we look like a banana with and clothes on (*laughing*)
A bitch "Made Man", now how you connect
With those short ass arms like a Rex
You could scream holla and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your

4 - Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get into
He told me to let loose and spit at the
What up Gotti and little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stuckin Bridgestones
wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?
Roll like a boss in the they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the (bitch)
the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threats
Contacts was by Benzetta in The Source
Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your
Now Irv got the to try to serve on us
But niggaz heard and they ain't scurred to bust

[Verse 5 - Kon
Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the
This rap cookie monster get in the tonsils with dicks
So much that he should be fixed a vagina
Who's ya?
Cadillac Pac or the transvestite dressed like a Lil' Kim fox
Your chest a little wooden box
When I tight on the trigger of this glock
That's right all the little shit you got left to you eat
not Pac's souls, without laws we'll help you sleep
You got shot in video tryin to mock Pac
You Mockaveli, get your own (*gunshots fired*)

[Eminem - talking the Chorus]
Don't you never say my little girl's name in a again
punk, pussy, bitch
I'll you up boy
Never, in your motherfuckin life
the shit out you little motherfuckin midget
Hailie whip your motherfuckin ass

[Outro - Trice - talking]
Yeah, that's right
Shady Records, you know about?
Fuck
Ja Rule, nigga
This is Obie Trice right here to you motherfuckers
Ja punk ass
Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, nigga that's 4 Real
That's the from Soul 4 Real
Candy reign ass
He got a deal now he
He don't what's ..
Faggot ass
Give money to all my real man
Obie Trice, D-12,
50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)

Daddy is Ja Rule than me?

No honey you guys are the same