Luyện nghe bài hát Think It's A Game - Jay-z

[Chorus: Nick]
Think a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til brains hang out..
.. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a nigga
Think it's a game them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your hang out..
.. cause you're fuckin a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga

Sigel]
It was a, full moon in the beginnin of
the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, to sinnin and spinnin women
Cats with big hats Cadillac doors
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't to no hoes
Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your
I pimps up, my bitches
You wanna fuck trick your
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass
Plus I keep a gat at arm
You ain't no hustler a car thief, nigga where your car keys?
Crack topic, back it
Thirty-one black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast
Sit faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)
It's not a game,

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
Straight gangsta nigga..
call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice pinkie in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin stink up
It's that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a, about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap precision
Nigga, hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now yourself and slide
I, Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for
Took it few went, made a few cents
call me Hov' no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy

Purpose for man - Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' shop and take
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the
Clip it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we out
Man it no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, we Deen or not
Our kids eat, red Beamer stops
where connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
on the dope size, we slide it from (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't and
don't think cause I rap that I (?)
Play in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin that in

[Lil
It's C the young gunner, call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in
Metal detectors in school, for last nickel get moved
Fucked bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of
Fuck J's by da locker, and holla, uhh
Out on my own, out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of zone, not even A.I.
It ain't a business, it's just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it until the day I'm
Scream beef any day and on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And paid since the day I was born
But these lames it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh