Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

This is a game, I'm your
got to let me know baby
So I can go, I'd to fake it
I not make it
You could not it

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, I'ma part of that
Downtown where it's realer than a heart attack
It really that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught every on the Almanac
bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Charlie
From 215 it's him the one
And he's Philly to the fullest
the realest
You touch him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop then you to love it
If not fuck it
I'm still
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging
And my name's Rick Gees you species
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to with
cats get set ablaze
You can't it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
Just smoke OG and get all day
The way thought play causes your thing to say
style so splendid you bout your business
You arousing my
You than a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's short for
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea chumps and
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Hey yo I'm tryin' to get it at any so it's no remorse
When I'm blastin' off you been askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm ready for a classic massacre
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in
Jump outta a black Porsche huffin' a fat
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it me was a good enough reason to leave
And put the writing on the wall for y'all to it and weep
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the of hell
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The King of the Realm you Him do His thing in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota the ruckus
And be sucker free, flea chumps and
Man yeah, Get 'em hus, get 'em hus, get 'em hus

Dreams when M16's with beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine with a routine
Then blast my enemy, for the Caribbean
guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place your jewels cash and four four
I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your town
I'm from Illadel the land where the dwell
My technique is to ambush you style
My instinct is of a killer whale bang you up from to toe
With I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality to criminal
Importing heroin internash Senegal
A soldier a stripes from a general
Used the mike of or lead
You choose your

This is a game, I'm your
You've got to let me baby
So I can go, I'd have to it
I could not it
You could not it