Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the of crack
Now it's a body caught every night on the
bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders popped for they wallet at
I had but I made somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie
From 215 him the livest one
And he's Philly to the fullest
Blacks the
You can't touch him and not for
If you bout hip hop then you to love it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
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 I ain't the one to play with
cats get set ablaze
You can't have it way but I'd rather 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 than a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin'

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota 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 off like you been askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a classic
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
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 read it and
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He ringin' the
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Inc Raw Life productions
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

when M16's with infrared beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs 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 jewels cash and four four
I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your town
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla
My instinct is of a killer bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a millimal
My types mentality switched to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
the mike of iron or lead
You choose your

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