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

(Rakim)
I aint playin wit

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

(Rakim)
Where my paper

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

(Rakim)
make 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 slow papers, out oh.
It's spittin', heresy is all about flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he starve the count low
He call the lab the bakery, he all about
Stuffin' bread, his pockets is
You talkin' nonsense, unless the is money
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he 'em dimes
So his on his money, but mommy's is on his mind
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he f-in 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 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em
He call 'em heifers, he heffin' 'em, he pimpin' 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
So have them correct when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound blood money
And I ain't just talking dubs and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the hood
Double up money, you could a slug money
This kid'll murder you, more than the
If you livin' for revenue its principal never
Get rid of you if you blockin' the picture
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 ammo, if his army 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 a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater mean the reaper comin'
Drug money him buggin' out the trees he puffin'
is buzzin' bout the repercussion
But he so much in love his bread, the beef is nothin' (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
Heroin game up, American (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 and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
his focus? Keys is.
Even with karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always heaters (whoa)
But yo, they his weakness, so they gave that bread to him
put a gun to his head, guess what he said to 'em?

(IQ)