Luyện nghe bài hát You Played Yourself

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

Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the
Roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black on a throne
Evil E, up the microphone

So I can ill and break on the tape
Another album to Great
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 where the girls are at
And kick game the way it be done
How you gonna drop science? You're

Stupid ignorant, even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act
Well, let me tell you one thing, you got

To perpetrate, you're bait, so wait
Till the shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Down or Chuck D
or the Big Daddy

And they ask you about the you claim you got
science now, why not?
You to sweat and fret, it gets hot
you get into this spot?

You played
Yo, yo, you yourself

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

But you meet a freak, you try to her out
money's what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out, your got blew out
And the date, no boots, you got threw out

Mad and shook your duckets got took
Call her up, phone's off the
But who told you to and flaunt your grip?
You can't buy no

You played
Yo, homeboy, you played

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

Two thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' gold?
You better double that, double that again
And don't get sooped, my friend

You think you've made it, you're a lucky man
Guess who your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em 'cause you think a star
That attitude is rude, you get far

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

You played
right, you played yourself
You yourself
Yo, yo, you yourself

You got problems, you claim you need a
But dollar you get you take
to the dope man, try to get a beam up
Your idle is spent tryna scheme up

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

You off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your end
And you get an idea for a big move
An robbery, smooth

But everything went wrong, got shot
You get away, the cops roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, on Death Row
Society's No

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

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