Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where I'ma it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart
It really that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught night on the Almanac
Rock bottom them cops gotta problem at
Where outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made outta that
Now I'm the first out the like Charlie Mack
215 it's him the livest one
And representin' Philly to the fullest
Blacks the
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you hip hop then you gots to love it
If not fuck it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more 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 with
cats get set ablaze
You can't have it y'all way but I'd parlay
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought play causes your 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
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

Hey yo I'm to get it at any cost so it's no remorse
When I'm off like you been askin' for it
Black step in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air back and forth
I'm about ready for a classic
I'll it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
unlikely to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a good enough reason to
And put the writing on the wall for to read it and weep
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of
You'd rather head for the and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He ringin' the
The King of the Realm you Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, that's 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
High-jack the limousine with a strategic
Then blast my enemy, for the Caribbean
guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your 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 is to ambush you guerrilla style
My is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a millimal
My types subliminal switched to criminal
Importing internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a stripes from a
the mike of iron or lead
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 not make it
You could not it