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

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

Sigel]
It was a, full in the beginnin of March
the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to and spinnin women
Cats with big slammin Cadillac doors
Who hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all used to no hoes
Niggaz wanna LoJack, track bitches, shack your bitches
I up, smack my bitches
You wanna fuck trick 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 youse a car thief, nigga 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 faggot-ass on back pocket (bitch)
not a game, prick

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie me, holdin my mink up
Ice ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's 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 divide and slide
I, Vito, voice of the young people
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few
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' shop and take
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the
Clip blazin it through brains
Strip, use it 'til burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks 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 eat, red Beamer stops
your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we it from (?) size
With hammers hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
don't think cause I rap that I (?)
Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas
Hoes on the strip, that cash in

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