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

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

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

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

Purpose for man - Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' and take pies
Purpose of my son - him to do the same
Clip blazin it your brains
Strip, use it 'til burned out
Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we 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 feel we follow we're risin
killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
don't cause I rap that I won't (?)
Play in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real gangsters a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
on the strip, bringin that cash in

[Lil
It's C the young gunner, they me the boy wonder
that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in
to shop but I'm sick with them 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 nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it the day I'm gone
beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And been since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game them thangs is drawn, uhh