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

[Chorus: Nick]
Think a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out your brains hang out..
.. you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains out..
.. cause you're fuckin with a 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 with big slammin Cadillac doors
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you loose witcha hoes
You y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I up, smack my bitches
You fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass
I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, where your car keys?
topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back (bitch)
It's not a game,

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, doubler
Drove crazy 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 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 Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and
I, young Vito, voice of the people
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few
Don't call me Hov' no more, me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) 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
of my son - raise him to do the same
Clip blazin it through your
Strip, use it 'til 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 gotta eat, red Beamer stops
your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the size, we slide it from (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you ride and
don't think I rap that I won't (?)
Play O-Dog in and drive-by men
gangsters keep a bitch 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 caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, for in school
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad bitch in the school
Good math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them
Shit, that's why I'm out of school
J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out the chrome
And can't take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's the way I
get it consistantly, it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And been paid the day I was born
But lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh