Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of
Philly where it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't really ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught every on the Almanac
bottom where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders getting popped for they at
I had nothin' but I made somethin' that
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And he's representin' to the fullest
Blacks the
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you hip hop then you gots to love it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them MC's
And my Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm to up the fees
I'm paper-chase I ain't the one to play with
cats get set ablaze
You have it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
Just OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought play causes your main to say
Your style so splendid you bout business
You my interests
You sharper than a
You know the way it go, huh, game what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Inc Raw Life productions
Tryin' to find our amongst 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 cost so no remorse
I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it
When step in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air back and forth
I'm about for a classic massacre
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to cause my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good enough reason to
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 head for the hills and yourselves
My Man rip drums like He ringin' the
The King of the Realm you Him do His thing in a film
on

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

Dreams when M16's with infrared
Blowin' up presidents' with cans of kerosene
High-jack the with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla is ready for war
Lay corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four
When I prepare for torture
Fuck and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land the killas dwell
My technique is to you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale you up from head to toe
lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My subliminal mentality switched to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier a stripes from a general
Used the mike of or lead
You your mineral

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