Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin' their proper
You know what I'm
the technique

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The game is to exploit ghetto kids
A straight pimp game and ain't no shame
And the gone 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 every MC in the game
Was worryin' about a white boy gettin' the
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 'em to a label
Now who sits behind the

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

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

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

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

Learn about publishin' points, so you be blind
Learn to read 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 label cash
Yo, kid, the math
Learn about the word 'recoup',
And stop walkin' 'round, all 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' record don't love ya, pal
They love ya on the street and don't love ya now

They're out to make an end,
'Cause every dollar you make, they damn make ten
They'll you for everything you got
Or else sign you and they put on the shelf to rot

I'm tryin' to 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 gettin'

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

Fool, the rap hijacked
You need to listen,
The rap hijacked
Need to play this about ten times

The rap game's
Black people don't own
The rap game's
it

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

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

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

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