Luyện nghe bài hát You Played Yourself

This is it, from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back the high bid
Suckers you've lost players you're not, gangstas you ain't
faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot

Yo, the pusher, the player, the gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, dead folder
Is lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil E, up the microphone

So I can ill and break on the rollin'
Another album to make?
Islam the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a to sit

And ride the track a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the are at
And kick the way it should be done
How you gonna science? You're dumb

Stupid ignorant, don't even to me
At you dropped Math, Science and History
And you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well, let me you one thing, you got heart

To perpetrate, bait, so just wait
the press shove a mic in your face
Or you Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big

And ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why
You to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into spot?

You yourself
Yo, yo, you yourself

I'm no authority but I the D E A L
When it comes to dealin' with the
What you got they want, cash is they need
Slip sucker and they'll you with speed

But you a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out, pockets got blew out
And the date, no boots, you got threw out

Mad and shook 'cause your got took
Call her up, off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your
You buy no relationship

You yourself
Yo, homeboy, you yourself

I'm in the MC game, a lot of front
And for the money they're sell out
But they claim that they're rich and they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten out fast

Two thousand records sold
And these start yellin' 'bout gold?
You better double that, double that again
And still get sooped, my friend

You you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em 'cause you think a star
That is rude, you won't get far

'Cause they'll on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where sit
No friends 'cause you 'em too
No money, no crew, you're

You played
That's right, you played
You played
Yo, yo, you played

You got problems, you you need a break
But every dollar you get you
Straight to the dope man, try to get a up
idle time is spent tryna scheme up

Another way to get money for a
When you go to you count five O's
and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been

You ripped off all your and your friends
Nowhere does your end
And then you get an for a big move
An armed robbery,

But went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn't get away, the roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, on Death Row
fault? No

Nobody put the into the pipe
made you smoke off your life
You that you could do dope
And still stay Fool

You played yourself, you yourself
Ain't else's fault, you played yourself