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' 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)
my paper man?

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

(Rakim)
Don't me kill someone.

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

(Rakim)
But

(IQ)
I'm that pin

(Rakim)

He slow 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 about
bread, his pockets is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, unless the topic is
He call a hundred dollars a hunny, 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 approachin' with the (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 hugh heffin' 'em, he 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
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 drug money, move out the hood money
Double up money, you catch a slug money
kid'll murder you, more than the business
If you livin' for revenue its principal never
Get rid of you if you the bigger picture
He on the block thinkin' a is gettin' richer (get them ones)
He flipped some urban blue, played with keys
For them c-notes, so he can the whole piano
Hammers ammo, if his army ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, tony soprano
He's tryin' to take it minor to major and grind for the caper
His mind is made up, he'll die for the
Crime is second nature when you love
Do 'em dirty, he turned the ave a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' the reaper comin'
Drug money keep him buggin' out the he puffin'
Streets is buzzin' bout the
But he so much in love with his bread, the is nothin' (ain't nothin' man)
He got for war, just like a veteran
But now he cheddar in, more than he ever been,
up, he stepped his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin up, American 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 focus? is.
Even karma catchin' up, it's hard to set him up, he always holdin' heaters (whoa)
But yo, know his weakness, so they gave that bread to him
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he said to

(IQ)