Luyện nghe bài hát You Played Yourself

This is it, from the fly kid
The Ice mic is with 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 gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, pres folder
Is cold lampin' a black king on a throne
E, turn up the microphone

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

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

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

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

You yourself
Yo, yo, you yourself

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

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

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

You played
Yo, homeboy, you yourself

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

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

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

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

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

You got problems, you claim you a break
But dollar you get you take
Straight to the man, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna up

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

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

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

put the crack into the pipe
Nobody you smoke off your life
You that you could do dope
And stay cool? Fool

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