Luyện nghe bài hát Documentary of a Gangsta

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

(IQ)
How them boys gon' me? They must be crazy, baby, oh you better pay me

(Rakim)
I aint wit yall

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

(Rakim)
Where my man?

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

(Rakim)
Don't 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 like spittin', heresy is all flow
Like he can't eat his cake and he when the count low
He the lab the bakery, he all about dough
Stuffin' bread, his 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
Like a o.g. on the come-up,
Think he around? He approachin' with the gun-up (bam)
Roll a blunt up and it happened
Stash the dollars, bag the product and get it
He get pies, he 'em tricks, he trickin' 'em
He call 'em heifers, he hugh 'em, he pimpin' '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 blood money
And I just talking double dubs and club money
I'm talking drug money, out the hood money
Double up money, you could catch a money
This murder you, more than the business
If you livin' for revenue its never personal
Get rid of you if you blockin' the bigger
He on the thinkin' a gwop is gettin' richer (get them ones)
He flipped some urban blue, played with them
For them c-notes, so he can handle the piano
Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his ain't in harmony
He kill his own fam-o, tony 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 love
Do 'em dirty, he the ave into a blood bath (here he come)

(IQ)

(Rakim)

The heater bustin' the reaper comin'
Drug money him buggin' out the trees he puffin'
Streets is buzzin' the repercussion
But he so much in with his bread, the beef is nothin' (ain't nothin' man)
He got medals for war, just a veteran
But now he cheddar in, more than he ever been,
banked up, he his hustle - pimp, smoke, coke, crack
Heroin game up, gangsta (uh huh)
Sleep the fish while he ran the loot and
You like ballin? He like stealin' and
Comrades, customers, competition (don't matter)
hustlers is wishin' and plottin' the day of his death (bring it on man)
What's his focus? is.
Even with karma 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
Somebody put a gun to his head, guess what he to 'em?

(IQ)