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

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

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

Straight nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
Straight nigga.. yeah
They call me, the hustler, dough 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, blowin that up
It's that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a, mathematician my math
Get ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and
I, young Vito, of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for
Took it where few went, made a few
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me _The
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
of my son - raise him to do the same
Clip blazin it through your
Strip, use it it's burned out
Benz Coupes, and trucks when we roll out
Man it no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red stops
where your connects gotta meet, your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow both risin
They 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 keep a in the wheel, workin the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, that cash in

[Lil
C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the
Good with math but I it in school
Ankle to 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, movin out with the
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not 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 with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was
But lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh