Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

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

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

(Rakim)
I aint playin wit

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

(Rakim)
Where my paper

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

(Rakim)
Don't me kill someone.

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

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm that pin

(Rakim)

He said slow papers, out oh.
It's like spittin', is all about flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he when the count low
He the lab the bakery, he all about dough
bread, his pockets is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, unless the topic is
He call a hundred a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes
So his mind's on his money, but mommy's is on his
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he f-in around? He approachin' the gun-up (bam)
a blunt up and forget it happened
Stash the dollars, bag the and get it crackin'
He get pies, he 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em
He call 'em heifers, he heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them 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 just talking dubs and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the hood
Double up money, you could a slug money
This kid'll murder you, than the business
If you livin' for revenue its principal never
Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger
He on the block thinkin' a gwop is gettin' (get them ones)
He some urban blue, played with them keys
For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his army in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, tony soprano
He's tryin' to take it from minor to major and grind for the
His mind is made up, die for the paper
Crime is nature when you love cash
Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave into a blood (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' the reaper comin'
Drug keep him buggin' out the trees he puffin'
is buzzin' bout the repercussion
But he so much in love with his bread, the beef is (ain't nothin' man)
He got medals for war, just like a
But now he bringin' cheddar in, more he ever been,
up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin game up, gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep 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 Keys is.
with 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, guess he said to 'em?

(IQ)