Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin' their proper
You know what I'm
the technique

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

I got into this game
Just to try to get a girl and get some fame
never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid it?

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

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

I crashin' rap contests
Shootin' hardcore through wack MC's chests
I on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even it, fuck that

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

But I got chance and I came correct
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 exploit young kids
A straight pimp and there ain't no shame
And the gone too far
Hundred labels with all white A&R's
The hijacked, the rap game's hijacked

Let me tell you how it

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

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

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

You go on tour, the white agency says wild
Tone down your
The jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this know what shit to rock?

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

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

Learn about publishin' points, so you won't be
Learn to read you sign
Then you have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down pants
The hijacked

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

You can go and still owe the record label cash
Yo, kid, the math
about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin' 'round, all and souped

You ain't nothin' but to be used and worked
You ain't nothin' but a sucker to be duped and
the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal
They love 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 they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot

I'm to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fuckin'
'Cause I just stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers gettin' none

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

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

The rap hijacked
people don't own shit
The rap game's
it

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

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

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

Although I got a engineer
But he's minimum wage
So cool, yeah
Shit's been