Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

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

Everybody 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the and no joke
of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke

I got into this hip-hop
Just to try to get a and get some light-weight fame
There'd been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid it?

Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap
Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck 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 wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I

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

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

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

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

Let me tell you how it

Now while every MC in the
Was about a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the
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 that don't know shit
Tryin' to tell y'all, 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 says you're wild
Tone down style
The jocks are all pop
So how the fuck nigga know what shit to rock?

The shit that make your face turn
Is when you get dissed by a magazine
I give a fuck these muthafuckas
I'm doin' this jam to save my brothers

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

Learn about points, so you won't be blind
Learn to everything you sign
you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull your pants
The hijacked

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

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

You ain't but somethin' to be used and worked
You ain't but a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the fuckin' record label don't ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the 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 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 stand around and rap get done
And my brothers ain't none

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

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

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

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

Nigga, muthafuckas, they rippin' us off
You better get a end while the there, boy
Silly ass bitch, 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
o' life

Although I got a white
But he's gettin' wage
So cool, yeah
Shit's hijacked