Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in business
Ain't gettin' 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 business and no
Half of 'em and none of 'em smoke

I got into hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash in it
So who thought you could get with it?

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

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

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

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

But I got another and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's
But many get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz a kiss or a dance

The game is to young ghetto kids
A straight pimp and there ain't no shame
And the gone too far
Hundred labels with 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 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, they're up to no good
You 'em to a label
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
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing his horse

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

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

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

Yo, the rap game's
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 the word 'recoup', troop
And stop 'round, all hyped 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' 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 make ten
take you for everything 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
I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my ain't gettin' none

A like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow, fuck that fame
'Cause the white 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
people don't own shit
The rap game's
it

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

Nigga, muthafuckas, they rippin' us off
You better get a end the money's there, boy
Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with a gold
All niggas gotta get some real

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

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