Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

(Rakim)
Ay, yo right here man, its like the documentary of a gangsta man, the rise and fall

(IQ)
How them gon' play me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me

(Rakim)
I aint wit yall

(IQ)
How them actors gon' act up, like I aint got back up, back up 'for you get up

(Rakim)
Where my paper

(IQ)
Why they wanna play with me? But they don't know that im crazy

(Rakim)
make me kill someone.

(IQ)
I don't know what they thinking, they been drinkin.

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm that pin

(Rakim)

He said papers, you're out oh.
It's like spittin', heresy is all about
he can't eat his cake and he starve when the count low
He the lab the bakery, he all about dough
Stuffin' bread, his is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, unless the is money
He call a dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes
So his mind's on his money, but is on his mind
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a up and forget it happened
Stash the dollars, bag the and get it crackin'
He get pies, he flippin' 'em tricks, he 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
So have them ones correct he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That like blood money
And I just talking double dubs and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the money
up money, you could catch a slug money
This kid'll murder you, more than the
If you livin' for revenue its never personal
Get rid of you if you the bigger picture
He on the thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones)
He flipped some urban blue, played with keys
For them c-notes, so he can the whole piano
unloadin' ammo, if his army ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, like tony
He's to take it from minor to major and grind for the caper
His is made up, he'll die for the paper
Crime is second nature you love cash
Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' mean the reaper
Drug money keep him buggin' out the trees he
Streets is bout the repercussion
But he so much in love with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't man)
He got medals for war, just like a
But now he cheddar in, more than he ever been,
up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin up, American gangsta (uh huh)
with the fish while he ran the loot and
You like ballin? He like stealin' and
Comrades, customers, competition (don't matter)
hustlers is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
What's his focus? is.
Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' (whoa)
But yo, know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he to 'em?

(IQ)