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 have to it
I not make it
You could not it

Yeah, where I'ma it at, look I'ma part of that
Philly where 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 outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made somethin' outta
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
215 it's him the livest one
And he's representin' Philly to the
the realest
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop you gots to love it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more reefer Redman and them damaging MC's
And my name's Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to play
These cats get set
You can't have it y'all way but I'd parlay
Just OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play your main thing to say
Your style so you bout your business
You my interests
You sharper a Shogun
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 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 cost so no remorse
When I'm blastin' off like you been for it
When Black step in the all hats is off
hands 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 on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
Voted to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a good reason to leave
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 like He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Inc Raw Life productions
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

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

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