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 act up, like I aint got back up, back up 'for you get smacked up

(Rakim)
Where my man?

(IQ)
Why they wanna play games with me? But they don't 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 king pin

(Rakim)

He said papers, you're out oh.
It's like spittin', is all about flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he when the count low
He call the lab the bakery, he all about
bread, his pockets is hungry
You nonsense, unless the topic is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, 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,
he f-in around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a blunt up and it happened
the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin'
He get pies, he flippin' 'em tricks, he 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
So have ones correct when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

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

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater mean the reaper comin'
Drug money 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, just 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 the fish while he ran the loot and
You like ballin? He like and shootin'
Comrades, customers, competition (don't matter)
Some hustlers is wishin' and the day of his death (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 gave that bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he to 'em?

(IQ)