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 not take it

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

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
to find 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 no remorse
When I'm blastin' off you been askin' for it
When Black step in the door all is off
hands up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a massacre
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it me was a good enough reason to leave
And put the writing on the wall for to read it and weep
Cause I'm the of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather head for the hills and yourselves
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The King of the Realm you Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota amongst the
And be free, flea 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
the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the
Militant camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four
I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas
My is to ambush you guerrilla style
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
Importing internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
the mike of iron or lead
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 could not it
You could not it