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

(Rakim)
I aint playin wit

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

(Rakim)
my paper 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 what they thinking, must've been drinkin.

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm that pin

(Rakim)

He said papers, you're out oh.
like spittin', heresy is all about flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he starve when the low
He call the lab the bakery, he all dough
Stuffin' bread, his is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, the topic is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em
So his mind's on his money, but is on his mind
a o.g. focused on the come-up,
Think he f-in around? He approachin' with the (bam)
Roll a up and forget it happened
the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin'
He get pies, he 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em
He 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, them ones for the connect
So have them ones correct when he come and (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound like money
And I ain't just talking double dubs and club
I'm drug money, move out the hood money
Double up money, you could a slug money
This kid'll murder you, more than the
If you livin' for its principal never personal
Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger
He on the block thinkin' a is gettin' 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 ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, tony soprano
He's tryin' to it from minor to major and grind for the caper
His mind is made up, he'll die for the
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' the reaper comin'
Drug money keep him buggin' out the 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' in, more than he ever been,
banked up, he stepped his - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin up, American gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep the fish while he ran the loot and
You like ballin? He like stealin' and
Comrades, customers, connect (don't matter)
hustlers is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
What's his Keys is.
Even with karma catchin' up, 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, what he said to 'em?

(IQ)