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

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

Sigel]
It was a, moon in the beginnin of March
Bout the end of '74
The gangsta was born, to sinnin and spinnin women
with big hats slammin Cadillac doors
Who hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't to no hoes
Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, your bitches
I pimps up, smack my
You wanna fuck trick your
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass
Plus I a gat at arm reach
You ain't no youse a car thief, nigga where 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 your back (bitch)
It's not a game,

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
Straight gangsta nigga..
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough
customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, my mink up
Ice ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it my thinker
Makes me a, mathematician about my
Get ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and
I, young Vito, voice of the people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, for jugglers
Took it few went, made a few cents
Don't call me no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold (and) sold rap (and)
Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga 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 brains
Strip, use it it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we out
Man it ain't no lie, it's as this four-five
And as these five 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
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow both risin
They killed cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
don't think cause I rap 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, bringin that in

[Lil
It's C the gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate with it, except for in school
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad 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
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 that zone, not A.I.
It ain't even a business, just the way I
get it consistantly, it until the day I'm gone
beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And paid since the day I was born
But lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh