Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

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

(IQ)
How them boys gon' play me? They 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)
my paper man?

(IQ)
Why they wanna play games with me? But 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 that pin

(Rakim)

He slow papers, you're out oh.
It's 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 pockets is
You talkin' nonsense, unless the topic is
He a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes
So his mind's on his money, but is on his mind
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he f-in around? He approachin' the gun-up (bam)
a blunt up and forget it happened
Stash the dollars, bag the 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, getting them ones for the
So have ones correct when he come and collect (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That sound like blood
And I ain't just talking double and club money
I'm talking drug money, move out the money
Double up money, you catch a slug money
This kid'll murder you, than the business
If you livin' for revenue its never personal
Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger
He on the block a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones)
He flipped some urban blue, with them keys
For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, like soprano
He's tryin' to take it from minor to major and grind for the
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 bustin' mean the reaper
Drug money keep him buggin' out the he puffin'
is buzzin' bout the repercussion
But he so much in love with his bread, the is nothin' (ain't nothin' man)
He got medals for war, just a veteran
But now he bringin' in, more than 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 like stealin' and
Comrades, customers, connect (don't matter)
Some is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
his focus? Keys is.
Even with karma catchin' up, it's to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa)
But yo, they know his weakness, so they gave bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, what he said to 'em?

(IQ)