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

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

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It was a, moon in the beginnin of March
Bout the end of '74
The was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women
Cats with big slammin Cadillac doors
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz witcha hoes
You y'all ain't used to no hoes
wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I up, smack my bitches
You wanna trick your bitches
I duck my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car
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 faggot-ass on your back (bitch)
not a game, prick

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

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

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It's C the young gunner, they call me the boy
Without that caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay it, except for in school
detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in
Ankle to but I'm sick with them tools
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 ain't a business, it's just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it until the day I'm
Scream any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my
And been paid since the day I was
But these lames think it's a game 'til them is drawn, uhh