Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in business
gettin' their proper loot
You know what I'm
Check the

Everybody talkin' 'bout the way ain't the same
Suckers the game
I know the 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 some fame
There'd never been no made in it
So who you could get paid with it?

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

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

I started rap contests
hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a contract
Didn't even read it, that

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

But I got another chance and I correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my 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 pimp game and ain't no shame
And the shit's too far
hip-hop labels with all white A&R's
The hijacked, the rap game's hijacked

Let me you how it happened

Now while 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 from the
Talkin' mad shit, like up to no good
You take 'em to a
Now who sits the table?

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

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

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

Get your straight, kid
Get a lawyer and just like I did
blow your dough, 'cause you will see gs
But game has no guarantees

Learn about points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you
Then you might have a
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 gold and owe the record label cash
Yo, kid, the math
Learn about the 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin' 'round, all and souped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, stupid muthafuckas, rippin' us off
You better get a end while the there, boy
Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with a gold
All niggas get some real estate

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

Although I got a engineer
But he's minimum wage
So it's cool,
Shit's hijacked