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 to fake it
I could not it
You could not it

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma of that
Downtown Philly where it's than a heart attack
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 somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Mack
From 215 him the livest one
And he's representin' to the fullest
Blacks the
You can't touch him and not for
If you hip hop then you gots to love it
If not then it
I'm still
Smokin' reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered
For what I do I'm to up the fees
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 rather
smoke OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play causes main thing to say
style so splendid you bout your business
You arousing my
You sharper than a
You know the way it go, huh, game know what I'm bout

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

Hey yo I'm tryin' to get it at any so it's no remorse
When I'm blastin' off like you askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about ready for a massacre
I'll it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
outta a black Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last Hasselhoff
unlikely to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good enough reason to
And put the writing on the for y'all to read it and weep
I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip like He ringin' the bells
The of the Realm you seen 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, flea and busters
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Dreams when M16's with beams
Blowin' up cribs with cans of kerosene
High-jack the with a strategic routine
blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is for war
Lay corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four
When I prepare for torture
Fuck and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the dwell
My is to ambush you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a millimal
My types subliminal mentality to criminal
Importing heroin internash Senegal
A soldier takes a stripes a general
the mike of iron or lead
You choose mineral

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