Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

(Rakim)
Ay, yo this here 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 playin wit yall

(IQ)
How them actors gon' act up, like I 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)
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 slow papers, out oh.
It's spittin', heresy is all about flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he starve the count low
He call the lab the bakery, he all about
Stuffin' bread, his pockets is
You nonsense, unless the topic is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, he call 'em dimes
So his on his money, but mommy's is on his mind
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a blunt up and forget it
Stash the dollars, bag the and get it crackin'
He get pies, he 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting ones for the connect
So have them ones correct he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

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

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' mean the reaper
money keep him buggin' out the trees he puffin'
Streets is buzzin' the repercussion
But he so much in with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't nothin' man)
He got medals for war, like a veteran
But now he bringin' cheddar in, than he ever been,
banked up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke,
Heroin game up, gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep with the while he ran the loot and
You ballin? He like 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 with karma 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 what he said to

(IQ)