Luyện nghe bài hát You Played Yourself

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

Yo, the pusher, the player, the gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a king on a throne
Evil E, turn up the

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

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

Stupid ignorant, don't even to me
At school you 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, you're bait, so wait
Till the press a mic in your face
Or you Boogie Down or Chuck D
or the Big Daddy

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

You played
Yo, yo, you played

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

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

Mad and shook 'cause your duckets got
Call her up, off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your
You can't buy no

You yourself
Yo, homeboy, you played

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

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

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

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

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

You got problems, you claim you need a
But every you get you take
Straight to the dope man, try to get a up
Your idle time is spent tryna up

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

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

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

Nobody put the crack the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your
You thought that you do dope
And still stay cool?

You played yourself, you yourself
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played