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 could not it
You could not it

Yeah, where start it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a attack
It wasn't really that ill until the of crack
Now it's a body caught every on the Almanac
bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders getting popped for wallet at
I had nothin' but I somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And representin' Philly to the fullest
Blacks the
You touch 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 than and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you species
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to play
These get set ablaze
You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought play causes your main to say
Your style so you bout your business
You arousing my
You sharper a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea chumps and
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 off like you been askin' for it
When Black step in the all hats is off
hands up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a massacre
I'll make it hotter than Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black Porsche a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good reason to leave
And put the writing on the for y'all to read it and weep
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the of hell
You'd head for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip like 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 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 presidents' cribs with cans of
the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the
Militant camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, down your jewels cash and four four
I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your Warsaw
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you style
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from to toe
lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My types mentality switched to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
Used the mike of iron or
You choose your

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