Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where start it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a attack
It wasn't that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught night on the Almanac
Rock where them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders getting for they wallet at
I had but I made somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And representin' Philly to the fullest
the realest
You can't touch him and not for
If you bout hip hop you gots to love it
If not fuck it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging
And my name's Gees you endangered species
For I do I'm about to up the fees
I'm paper-chase motivated I ain't the one to play
These get set ablaze
You can't have it y'all way but I'd rather
Just OG and get cabbage all day
The way play causes your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you your business
You my interests
You than a Shogun
You the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
Tryin' to find our spota amongst the
And be free, flea chumps and busters
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
When I'm blastin' off like you been for it
When Black step in the door all is off
Your hands up in the air goin' back and
I'm about ready for a massacre
I'll make it hotter than Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a black huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em my last name Hasselhoff
Voted unlikely to succeed my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a good enough to leave
And put the writing on the wall for y'all to read it and
I'm the force of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather head for the and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He the bells
The of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film
on

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

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

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