Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

This is a game, I'm specimen
You've got to let me know
So I can go, I'd have to it
I not make it
You could not it

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer a heart attack
It really that ill until the start of crack
Now a body caught every night on the Almanac
Rock bottom where them cops gotta at
Where them outsiders getting popped for wallet at
I had nothin' but I made somethin' outta
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And representin' Philly to the fullest
the realest
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop you gots to love it
If not fuck it
I'm still
Smokin' more reefer than and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm paper-chase I ain't the one to play with
These cats get set
You can't have it way but I'd rather parlay
Just OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you your business
You my interests
You than a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin'

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our amongst the ruckus
And be free, flea chumps and busters
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Hey yo I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no
When I'm off like you been askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about for a classic massacre
I'll make it hotter than Shaft in Africa
outta a black Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a good enough reason to
And put the writing on the wall for y'all to it and weep
Cause I'm the of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip like He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw productions
Tryin' to our spota amongst the ruckus
And be free, flea chumps and busters
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Dreams when M16's infrared beams
Blowin' up cribs with cans of kerosene
the limousine with a strategic routine
Then my enemy, head for the Caribbean
guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four
When I score prepare for
Fuck and make your town Warsaw
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla
My instinct is of a whale bang you up from head to toe
lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier a stripes from a general
Used the of iron or lead
You choose your

is a game, I'm your specimen
You've got to let me know
So I can go, I'd to fake it
I could not it
You could not it