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

(Rakim)
I aint wit yall

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

(Rakim)
Where my man?

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

(Rakim)
make me kill someone.

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

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm that pin

(Rakim)

He said papers, you're out oh.
It's 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 about
Stuffin' bread, his is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, unless the is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em
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 He approachin' with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a blunt up and forget it
Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it
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 when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound like money
And I ain't just talking double and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the money
Double up money, you could catch a slug
This kid'll murder you, than the business
If you livin' for revenue its principal personal
Get rid of you if you blockin' the picture
He on the block thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get ones)
He flipped urban blue, played with them keys
For them c-notes, so he can handle the piano
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his ain't in harmony
He his own fam-o, like tony soprano
He's tryin' to it from minor to major and grind for the caper
His is made 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 keep him buggin' out the trees he puffin'
Streets is bout the repercussion
But he so much in with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't nothin' man)
He got medals for war, like 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 with the while he ran the loot and
You like He like 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 Keys is.
Even karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa)
But yo, they know his weakness, so they that bread to him
put a gun to his head, guess what he said to 'em?

(IQ)