Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a van. California, that's my plan
Got memories left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a with a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her tell her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme
My reputation offends man
Next day hit Park
like a shark
Spot a bad and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to wit' a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is my mission
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the game is tough
Spot a young and I start that gamin'
Baby girl what set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, it's a rap
is sweepin' the nation
Messin' up a rap stars

A rappers reputation, that's I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, straight to
They tell me the girls in the fifth ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother like Mix, for the smooth
Didn't need a skirt to get with me
But the nights still
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Main
We never think a dress code
Just step up in the club and let the game
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some starts runnin' up
He you don't wanna be with a rap star
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, what's up, is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but leave name and number 'n I'll
right back, peace."

So the posse left Texas
All the girls keep us sexist
media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get 'fore we run
Met a little freak named
I I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked with not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is laced riddles
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In walked my ex Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's tired of
Oooh, a brother be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
Said I was a guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In City
Wendy to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair starts
She said the game is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
That's how I got this

A rappers reputation, got a reputation
Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, it back
A rappers reputation, what I got. A rappers
reputation, peace.