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

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

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

Straight nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
Straight gangsta nigga..
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early
Now you can find me, behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice pinkie in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's seldom I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a, mathematician my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', rapid division
Now divide and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for
Took it where few went, made a few
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold (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' shop and pies
Purpose of my son - 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 ain't no lie, it's as this four-five
And real as these salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our gotta eat, red Beamer stops
where your gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it (?) size
hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your you strapped and you won't ride and
think cause I rap that I won't (?)
Play in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, that cash in

[Lil
It's C the young gunner, call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every nickel get moved
Fucked every bad bitch in the school
Good with but I skipped it in school
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, movin out the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's the way I
get it consistantly, flip it the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my
And been paid the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til thangs is drawn, uhh