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 boys play me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me

(Rakim)
I aint playin wit

(IQ)
How them actors gon' act up, like I aint got back up, back up 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 make me 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.
like spittin', heresy 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
bread, his pockets is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, unless the is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em
So his on his money, but mommy's is on his mind
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he f-in around? He with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a blunt up and 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, them ones for the connect
So them ones correct when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound blood money
And I ain't talking double dubs and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the money
Double up money, you 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 picture
He on the block thinkin' a gwop is 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 army in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, like soprano
tryin' 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 when you love
Do 'em dirty, he the ave into a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater mean the reaper comin'
Drug money keep him buggin' out the trees he
is buzzin' bout 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 bringin' cheddar in, than he ever been,
up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin up, American gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep with the while he ran the loot and
You like He like stealin' and shootin'
Comrades, customers, connect (don't matter)
Some hustlers is wishin' and the day of his death (bring it on man)
What's his Keys is.
Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always heaters (whoa)
But yo, know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him
put a gun to his head, guess what he said to 'em?

(IQ)