Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

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

Everybody 'bout 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 this hip-hop game
to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no made in it
So who thought you get paid with it?

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

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

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

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

But I got chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my legit
But many won't get no second
And get fucked in biz without a kiss or a dance

The game is to exploit young kids
A straight pimp game and there no shame
And the shit's too far
Hundred hip-hop labels all white A&R's
The hijacked, the rap game's hijacked

Let me tell you how it

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

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

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

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

The shit that make face turn green
Is when you get 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 your dough, 'cause you will see gs
But this has no guarantees

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

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 word 'recoup',
And stop walkin' 'round, all hyped and

You ain't nothin' but to be used and worked
You ain't but a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the fuckin' record label 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 you for everything 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 to this record even if you hate my fuckin' guts
'Cause I just can't 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
'Cause the white man's us off once again

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

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

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

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

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

I got a white engineer
But gettin' minimum wage
So it's cool,
Shit's been