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 talkin' the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers the game
I know the biggest in the business and no
of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke

I got this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some fame
There'd never no cash made in it
So who you could 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, the bucks off

wasn't many rappers out there rockin' the streets
When was just cuts and beats
I Wildstyle dug the scene
I be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?

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

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

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

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

Let me you how it happened

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

out to make an end, friend
'Cause dollar you make, they damn near make ten
They'll take you for you got
Or else they'll sign you and 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 gettin' none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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