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 play 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 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 know 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 and he starve when the count low
He the lab the bakery, he all about dough
bread, his pockets is hungry
You talkin' nonsense, the topic is money
He call a dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes
So his mind's on his money, but is on his mind
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
the dollars, bag the product and get it crackin'
He get pies, he flippin' 'em tricks, he 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh heffin' 'em, he 'em (where my money)
Fonzie, getting them ones for the
So have them ones correct when he come and (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

That like blood 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 money
This kid'll murder you, more the business
If you livin' for revenue its never personal
Get rid of you if you blockin' the picture
He on the thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones)
He flipped some urban blue, with them keys
For them c-notes, so he can the whole piano
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his army 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 made up, he'll die for the
Crime is second nature when you cash
Do 'em dirty, he the ave into a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The bustin' mean the reaper comin'
Drug money keep him out the trees 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 a veteran
But now he bringin' cheddar in, more he ever been,
banked up, he stepped his - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin game up, gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep with the fish he ran the loot and
You like He like stealin' and shootin'
Comrades, customers, competition (don't matter)
Some is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
What's his focus? is.
Even with catchin' up, it's hard 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, guess what he said to

(IQ)