Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out in this business
Ain't their proper loot
You know what I'm
Check the

Everybody talkin' the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the
I the biggest in the business and no joke
Half of 'em broke and of 'em smoke

I got into this hip-hop
Just to try to get a girl and get light-weight fame
never been no cash made in it
So who thought you get paid with it?

Just crash the club with my and then 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 out there rockin' the streets
When hip-hop was cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle dug the
I be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?

I crashin' rap contests
Shootin' hardcore rhymes through MC's chests
I signed on the of a wack contract
even read it, fuck that

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

But I got another chance and I came
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's
But many get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a or a dance

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

Let me you how it happened

Now while MC in the game
Was worryin' a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the
Now let me give a

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

Jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' hit
The shit's way off
It's like me tellin' Cash how to sing about his horse

You go on tour, the white says you're wild
down your style
The jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to

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

Get your straight, kid
Get a and accountant just like I did
Don't your dough, 'cause you will see gs
But this game has no

Learn publishin' points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read you sign
Then you have a chance
If not, over, pull down your pants
The game's

Yo, the rap hijacked
I'm 'bout a hijack
The rap hijacked
it

You can go and still owe the record label cash
Yo, kid, check the
Learn about the word 'recoup',
And stop walkin' 'round, all hyped and

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

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

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

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

Fool, the rap game's
You need to listen,
The rap game's
to play this record about ten times

The rap game's
Black people own shit
The rap game's
it

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

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

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

Although I got a white
But gettin' minimum wage
So cool, yeah
Shit's been