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 have to it
I could not it
You not take it

Yeah, where I'ma it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the start of
Now a body caught every night on the Almanac
Rock bottom them cops gotta problem at
Where them outsiders popped for they wallet at
I had but I made somethin' outta that
Now I'm the first out the limo like Mack
From 215 him the livest one
And he's representin' Philly to the
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 Redman and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered
For what I do I'm about to up the
I'm paper-chase motivated I the one to play with
cats get set ablaze
You can't it y'all way but I'd rather parlay
smoke OG and get cabbage all day
The way thought causes your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you bout your
You arousing my
You than a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, know what I'm talkin' bout

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

Hey yo I'm to get it at any cost so it's no remorse
I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' and forth
I'm about for a classic massacre
I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff
unlikely to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, cheaters and
All it gave me was a good enough to leave
And put the writing on the wall for to read it and weep
Cause I'm the of the Lord, the rage of hell
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip drums like He ringin' the
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw 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

Dreams when M16's with infrared
up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine a strategic routine
Then my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerrilla camp is for war
Lay corner face down, place down 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 killas
My technique is to ambush you style
My is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack a nine millimal
My subliminal mentality switched to criminal
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes a stripes a general
the mike of iron or lead
You choose mineral

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