Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

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

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota the ruckus
And be sucker free, 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 like you been for it
Black step in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about for a classic massacre
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black Porsche a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name
Voted unlikely to cause my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a enough reason to leave
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
rather head for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The King of the you seen Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, that's for hustlers
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

Dreams when M16's with beams
Blowin' up cribs with cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine with a strategic
Then 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 prepare for
Fuck around and make town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas
My is to ambush you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a nine
My types mentality switched to criminal
Importing internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
Used the mike of iron or
You your mineral

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