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

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

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

Straight nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the 80's, early 90's
Now you can me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my
Makes me a, mathematician about my
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid
Now yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, for jugglers
Took it few went, made a few cents
Don't call me no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that??

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

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It's C the young gunner, call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay it, except for in school
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in
Ankle to but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm out of school
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 that zone, not A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's the way I
get it consistantly, flip it the day I'm gone
beef any day and it's on
The Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid the day I was born
But these lames it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh