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

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

[Beanie
It was a, full moon in the beginnin of
the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to and spinnin women
Cats with big hats slammin doors
Who hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't to no hoes
Niggaz wanna LoJack, your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, my bitches
You wanna fuck trick your
I duck flip my bitches, get cash with that extra ass bitch
I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga your car keys?
Crack topic, block 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)
not a game, prick

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, doubler
Drove customers in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my up
Top down, 'dro in the air, that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my
me a, mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap with
Nigga, your hoe Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide and slide
I, young Vito, of the young people
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few
Don't call me Hov' no more, me _The Blueprint_
dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, 'em back, nigga can you buy that??

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

[Lil
It's C the gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, cake is major, uhh
plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for last nickel get moved
every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in
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, movin out the chrome
And can't nobody me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It even 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 been paid the day I was born
But these lames think it's a 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh