Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

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

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

(Rakim)
I aint wit yall

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

(Rakim)
Where my man?

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

(Rakim)
Don't me kill someone.

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

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm king pin

(Rakim)

He said slow papers, out oh.
It's like spittin', heresy is all flow
Like he can't eat his 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 hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he 'em dimes
So his mind's on his money, but is on his mind
a o.g. focused 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 heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting ones for the connect
So have them ones correct when he come and (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound blood money
And I ain't talking double dubs and club money
I'm talking money, move out the hood money
Double up money, you could catch a money
kid'll murder you, more than the business
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 them
For them c-notes, so he can handle the piano
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, tony soprano
He's tryin' to take it minor to major and grind for the caper
His mind is made up, he'll die for the
Crime is second nature when you love
Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave into a bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

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

(IQ)