Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore out here in this business
gettin' their proper loot
You know I'm sayin'?
the technique

Everybody talkin' 'bout the way ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the
I the biggest in the business and no joke
Half of 'em and none of 'em smoke

I got into this game
Just to try to get a and get some light-weight fame
There'd never no cash made in it
So who thought you get paid with it?

Just crash the club with my crew and I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, was a rap career
Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the off

There wasn't many rappers out there rockin' the
When hip-hop was cuts and beats
I Wildstyle dug the scene
I be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?

I started crashin' rap
Shootin' hardcore rhymes wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a contract
Didn't even read it, fuck

They gonna put my out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin'
In the first two years I made about hundred bucks
Yo, this business

But I got another chance and I came
Got a and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no chance
And get in this biz without a kiss or a dance

The game is to exploit ghetto kids
A straight game and there ain't no shame
And the gone too far
Hundred hip-hop labels with all A&R's
The game's hijacked, the rap hijacked

Let me tell you how it

Now while every MC in the
Was worryin' a white boy gettin' the fame
dug out the foundation
Now let me a demonstration

Say, you got a dope from the hood
mad shit, like they're up to no good
You 'em to a label
Now who sits the table?

Some Jewish muthafucka that know shit
Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a street hit
The shit's way off
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his

You go on tour, the agency says you're wild
down your style
The radio are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga what shit to rock?

The shit that make your face green
Is you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop

Get paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just I did
Don't blow dough, 'cause you will see gs
But game has no guarantees

Learn about publishin' points, so you be blind
Learn to everything you sign
Then you might have a
If not, bend over, pull your pants
The game's

Yo, the rap game's
I'm talkin' a hijack
The rap game's
it

You can go gold and still owe the record label
Yo, kid, the math
Learn about the 'recoup', troop
And walkin' 'round, all hyped and souped

You ain't nothin' but to be used and worked
You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and
'Cause the record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't ya on the street and don't love ya now

They're out to an end, friend
'Cause every dollar you make, they damn near ten
They'll take you for you got
Or else they'll sign you and put on the shelf to rot

I'm tryin' to you what's up
You best to listen to record even if you hate my fuckin' guts
'Cause I just can't stand and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't none

A nigga like me has gotta game
Nigga, get that cash flow, fuck muthafuckin' fame
'Cause the white man's us off once again

Fool, the rap hijacked
You need to listen,
The rap hijacked
Need to play this record ten times

The rap hijacked
Black people don't own
The rap hijacked
it

R&B's
Black acting is
Just being is hijacked

Nigga, muthafuckas, they rippin' us off
You get a end while the money's there, boy
Silly ass bitch, runnin' with a gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real

Muthafucka, come up, fuck a
Better get somethin' you can own,
White man ain't givin' up
Word o'

Although I got a white
But gettin' minimum wage
So it's cool,
been hijacked