Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore out here in this business
Ain't gettin' their proper
You what I'm sayin'?
Check the

Everybody talkin' 'bout the way hip-hop the same
kidnapped the game
I know the in the business and no joke
of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke

I got into hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight
never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid it?

Just crash the with my crew 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 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, what I mean?

I crashin' rap contests
Shootin' hardcore 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 gonna be large, know what I'm about?
In the first two years I made about hundred bucks
Yo, this sucks

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

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

Let me you how it happened

Now while MC in the game
Was worryin' about a boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the
Now let me give a

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

Some Jewish muthafucka that know shit
to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit
The way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to about his horse

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

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

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

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

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

You can go gold and still owe the record cash
Yo, kid, the math
Learn about the word 'recoup',
And stop 'round, all hyped and souped

You nothin' but somethin' to be used and worked
You ain't nothin' but a to be duped and jerked
the fuckin' record 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 every 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 listen to this record even if you 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 game
Nigga, get that cash flow, that muthafuckin' fame
'Cause the white rippin' us off once again

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

The rap hijacked
Black people own shit
The rap hijacked
it

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

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

Muthafucka, up, fuck a bitch
Better get you can own, asshole
White man givin' up shit
Word o'

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