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

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

[Beanie
It was a, full in the beginnin of March
the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and women
Cats big hats slammin Cadillac doors
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker ain't used 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 that with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga your car keys?
Crack topic, block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, rocket
Sit faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)
It's not a game,

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, doubler
Drove customers crazy in the 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin stink up
seldom that 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', that's division
Now yourself and slide
I, Vito, voice of the young people
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it few went, made a few cents
call 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, nigga can you buy

Purpose for man - Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' and take pies
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the
Clip blazin it through brains
Strip, use it 'til burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and 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 Beamer
where your gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we it from (?) size
With with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't and
don't cause I rap that I won't (?)
Play O-Dog in and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin cash in

[Lil
C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate with it, except for in school
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
every bad little bitch in the school
Good math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them
Shit, why I'm kicked out of school
J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out the chrome
And nobody take 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 eight in my
And paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh