Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary

What in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every rapper he let his clique pop
But even myself tote a gun and know to run then get
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' Doc

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm like Mason but when it comes to mase
off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face

I find out who it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

I back from the dead without a part of my chest
in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song his pops

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

Ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary, documentary

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song with Blige
My niggas got a hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Story he thought I spit in his face

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was time
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and it in for eight three hundred C's

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do in a cementary I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

I'm feelin' like Puff when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' and I lost my best friend
I'm the dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga put out albums every seven years

You know speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, in maybacks"
Is that a shot at Jay? Naa, I was about Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I never shots at legends
That's just I don't do

Let me tell you why I do shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of and Q gone
They say hurts sunk, like quick sand
Don't me in traffic and ask about Hitman

I gotta the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of middle
We can talk about a loan after I five million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my
I take all the credit for puttin' the west on the map
If you ain't feelin' that I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,