Luyện nghe bài hát Rakim - R. a. K. I. M.

R - and rough thats how I do it
A - a law who I the fullest,
K - it moving
I - alone
M - my crown, my world, my throne..

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Hey yo we a log shack,
Its a rack, ya all relax, the almanac,
Just me where the parties at,
Simmin all of that, call, and cardiac's
Bra's and cats screamin on my God back,
imagine, I hit the lab and get it crackin,
A thousand styles in one verse, to switch patterns,
Chicks get in the back, till they get spasm,
Known to a magnum or split an atom,
Who would have that jesus would come back to the ghetto,
On that level and that ferral, like a hero,
With medals, so black rebels, who backpedal,
Ta ferral five levels and take over the rap world,
Gettin bizarre, hardcore, is for yall,
Get the park, playing when you get in the car,
Chill at the bar, sip but split a cigar,
Get with ya dawgs, I'm gettin on, the bar, it's the...

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Yeah, yo, I used to make things blow when stroll's, (? ? )
And learn ta make this where gangsta's roll,
Think like the late, great ca pone, the bank is closed,
Its cash-in (? ? ), claim bold but they ain't this cold,
I'm from the dog city, even chicks act up,
they get claped up and stack up, they stick that up,
Put the strap up, you think my was kid, back up,
Big nigga's (huck), pick up or lick that up,
Raised by and scandlers, hustlers,
Con artists and convicts, and dawgs,
dealers, players and pimps, smoothe talkers,
Stick up kid, thugs, real and god's,
by any, swallen, lay dead in the turf,
Cursed by spirit that never made it to birth,
Since the moon seperated from earth, thats why saying,
I'm the greatest that ever orchistrated a verse, the...

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Hey yo, toast to that, it's the cat, it burns back to a clap,
A smoker track, how dope is that, po-per rap, rope backs, stacked,
And know that before turn coke to crack,
To my dawgs, settin sirens on and firearms, out die'in wars,
And behind iron bar, to above entire braws with iron ball, (? ? )
rob, my dialog, I engolf,
Chicks know this and get next to my thrown and my calone,
And get right along, sex pots at and testosterone,
Corress, ice, drops, and my bed rocks the room,
Hit the floor, it's time for two thousand three, galore,
Who rock the style as wild as me, ashore,
When I dance crowds, they scream, dis malore,
I my album rakim, it's the...

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