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 wit yall

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

(Rakim)
my paper man?

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

(Rakim)
make me kill someone.

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

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm king pin

(Rakim)

He slow papers, you're out oh.
It's like spittin', is all about flow
Like he can't eat his and he starve when the count low
He call the lab the bakery, he all dough
Stuffin' bread, his pockets is
You talkin' nonsense, the topic is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he 'em dimes
So his on his money, but mommy's is on his mind
a o.g. focused on the come-up,
Think he f-in He approachin' with 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 hugh heffin' 'em, he 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them for the connect
So have them ones when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

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

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' mean the comin'
Drug money keep him buggin' out the 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, just a veteran
But now he cheddar in, more than he ever been,
banked up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke,
game up, American gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep with the fish while he ran the 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.
with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa)
But yo, they know his weakness, so they gave that to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess he said to 'em?

(IQ)