Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

This is a game, I'm specimen
You've got to let me 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
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart
It wasn't really that ill until the of crack
Now it's a caught every night on the Almanac
Rock bottom them cops gotta problem at
Where outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made somethin' outta
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 215 him the livest one
And representin' Philly to the fullest
Blacks the
You touch him and not for nothin'
If you hip hop then you gots to love it
If not fuck it
I'm still
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered
For I do I'm about 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 y'all way but I'd parlay
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought play causes main thing to say
Your style so splendid you bout your
You my interests
You sharper than a
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm bout

Hus, short for hustlers
We Inc Raw Life productions
Tryin' to find our spota the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea 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 up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a classic
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
ridin' on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Voted to succeed cause my class 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 read it and
Cause I'm the of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather head for the hills and yourselves
My Man rip drums He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

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

Dreams when M16's with infrared
Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans of
the limousine with a strategic routine
Then my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is for war
Lay your corner face down, place down jewels cash and four four
When I score for torture
Fuck around and your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the dwell
My technique is to ambush you style
My instinct is of a killer bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I like a nine millimal
My subliminal mentality switched to criminal
Importing internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
Used the of iron or lead
You choose your

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