Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

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

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

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

(Rakim)
Don't make me someone.

(IQ)
I don't know they 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', heresy is all 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 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
a o.g. focused on the come-up,
Think he f-in around? He 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 flippin' 'em tricks, he 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
So have them ones correct when he come and (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

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

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The bustin' mean the reaper comin'
Drug money 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,
banked up, he stepped his - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
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)
his focus? Keys is.
Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he holdin' heaters (whoa)
But yo, know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess he said to 'em?

(IQ)