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

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It was a, full in the beginnin of March
the end of Winter '74
The was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women
Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't to no hoes
Niggaz LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I up, smack my bitches
You wanna fuck your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with extra ass bitch
I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler a car thief, nigga where your car keys?
Crack topic, back it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't it, gat top it
Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your on your back pocket (bitch)
It's not a game,

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
Straight gangsta nigga..
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early
Now you can find me, behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice pinkie in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my
me a, mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a - rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's division
Now yourself and slide
I, young Vito, of the young people
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it few went, made a few cents
Don't call me no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, 'em back, nigga can you buy that??

Purpose for man - worship Allah, you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' shop and pies
Purpose of my son - raise him to do the
Clip blazin it your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's out
Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it no lie, it's real as this four-five
And as these five 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 it from (?) size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both
They killed your you strapped and you won't ride and
don't think cause I rap that I (?)
Play in _Menace_ and drive-by men
gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin that in

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It's C the young gunner, call me the boy wonder
Without caped crusader, that cake 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, that's why I'm out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not A.I.
It even a business, it's just the way I
get it consistantly, it until the day I'm gone
Scream any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And been paid since the day I was
But these lames think it's a game them thangs is drawn, uhh