Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look part of that
Philly where it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught 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' that
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 touch him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop you gots to love it
If not fuck it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick you endangered species
For what I do I'm about to up the
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to with
These cats get set
You can't have it y'all way but I'd parlay
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought causes your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you bout business
You my interests
You than a Shogun
You the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's short for
We Black Inc Raw Life
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

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

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

when M16's with infrared beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans of
High-jack the limousine a strategic routine
blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four
When I score for torture
Fuck and make your town Warsaw
I'm Illadel the land where the killas dwell
My is to ambush you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a nine
My subliminal mentality switched to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
the mike 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 not make it
You could not it