Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart
It wasn't really that ill the start of crack
Now it's a body caught night on the Almanac
Rock bottom where them cops problem at
Where them getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made somethin' that
Now I'm the first out the limo Charlie Mack
215 it's him the livest one
And he's Philly to the fullest
the realest
You can't him and not for nothin'
If you bout hip hop then you gots to it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's
And my Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm about to up the
I'm paper-chase I ain't the one to play with
These 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 play causes your thing to say
Your so splendid you bout your business
You my interests
You sharper a Shogun
You the way it go, huh, game know what I'm talkin' bout

Hus, that's for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw 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 step in the door all is off
hands up in the air goin' back and forth
I'm about ready for a classic
I'll make it hotter than Shaft in Africa
outta a black Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name
unlikely to succeed cause my class was full
Of naysayers, and thieves
All it gave me was a good enough reason to
And put the on the wall for y'all to read 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 He ringin' the bells
The King of the Realm you seen Him do His in a film
on

Hus, short for hustlers
We Black Inc Raw Life
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 infrared beams
Blowin' up presidents' cribs cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine with a routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the
guerrilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your cash and four four
When I prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your Warsaw
I'm from the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerrilla
My is of a killer whale bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a millimal
My types subliminal mentality switched to
Importing heroin from Senegal
A soldier takes a from a general
Used the mike of or lead
You choose mineral

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