Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

This is a game, I'm specimen
You've got to let me know
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 where it's realer a heart attack
It wasn't that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught every on the Almanac
Rock bottom where them gotta problem at
Where outsiders getting popped for they 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 can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop then you to love it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging
And my Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm about to up the
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to with
These cats get set
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 arousing my
You sharper a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, know what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw productions
Tryin' to find our spota amongst the
And be sucker free, 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 blastin' off like you been for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about for a classic massacre
I'll make it than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good reason to leave
And put the on the wall for y'all to read it and weep
I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather head for the hills and save
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The King of the Realm you 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 free, flea chumps and busters
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Dreams M16's with infrared beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs with cans of
High-jack the limousine with a strategic
blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four
When I score for torture
Fuck around and make your town
I'm from Illadel the where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you style
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from to toe
With lyrics I pack like a nine
My types subliminal mentality to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a stripes from a
Used the mike of or lead
You choose mineral

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