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 could not it
You not take it

Yeah, I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught every night on the
Rock bottom where them cops problem at
Where them outsiders popped for they wallet at
I had but I made somethin' outta that
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And he's Philly to the fullest
the realest
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop then you to love it
If not then it
I'm still
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm motivated I ain't the one to play with
These get set ablaze
You have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought play your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you bout business
You my interests
You sharper than a
You know the way it go, huh, game 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 so it's no remorse
When I'm blastin' off like you been for it
When Black step in the all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about ready for a massacre
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump a black Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good enough 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 rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip like He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

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

Dreams M16's with infrared beams
Blowin' up cribs with cans of kerosene
the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, for the Caribbean
guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels and four four
When I score prepare for
Fuck around and make your town
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla
My is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a millimal
My types mentality switched to criminal
Importing heroin internash from
A takes a stripes from a general
Used the of iron or lead
You your mineral

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