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 could not it
You not take it

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's than a heart attack
It wasn't really ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught night on the Almanac
bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders popped for they wallet at
I had but I made somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Mack
From 215 him the livest one
And he's Philly to the fullest
Blacks the
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop you gots to love it
If not then it
I'm still
Smokin' more reefer Redman 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 motivated I ain't the one to play
These cats get set
You can't it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
smoke OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play your main thing to say
Your so splendid you bout your business
You my interests
You sharper than a
You know the way it go, huh, game know I'm talkin' bout

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

Hey yo I'm to get it at any cost so it's no remorse
When I'm blastin' off you been askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a classic
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to cause my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it me was a good enough reason to leave
And put the writing on the for y'all to read it and weep
I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd head for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a
on

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

when M16's with infrared beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine with a strategic
Then blast my enemy, for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is for war
Lay your corner face down, place your jewels cash and four four
When I score for torture
around and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up head to toe
With lyrics I pack a nine millimal
My types mentality switched to criminal
Importing heroin internash Senegal
A takes a stripes from a general
Used the of iron or lead
You choose your

This is a game, I'm your
You've got to let me baby
So I can go, I'd have to it
I could not it
You not take it