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 to fake it
I could not it
You could not it

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart
It wasn't really that ill until the of crack
Now it's a body caught night on the Almanac
Rock bottom them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the like Charlie Mack
215 it's him the livest one
And he's representin' 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 fuck it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' reefer than 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 ain't the one to play
cats get set ablaze
You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather
Just OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play causes your main to say
Your style so splendid you bout business
You my interests
You sharper a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game know I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw productions
Tryin' to find our 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 it's no
When I'm blastin' off like you been 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
I'll make it hotter than when in Africa
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em my last name Hasselhoff
unlikely to succeed 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 force of the Lord, the rage of
You'd head for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, that's short for
We Black Inc Raw productions
Tryin' to find our 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 beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine a strategic routine
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 for torture
Fuck around and your town Warsaw
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My is to ambush you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up head to toe
lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality switched to
Importing heroin internash Senegal
A takes a stripes from a general
Used the mike of or lead
You choose your

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