Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Games Hijacked

Yeah, too many hardcore out here in this business
gettin' their proper loot
You know I'm sayin'?
the technique

Everybody talkin' the way hip-hop ain't the same
kidnapped the game
I know the in the business and no joke
Half of 'em broke and none of 'em

I got this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some fame
There'd never been no cash in it
So who you could get paid with it?

crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, was a rap career
Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, the bucks off

There wasn't many out there rockin' the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and
I seen dug the scene
I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know I mean?

I started rap contests
Shootin' rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the of a wack contract
even read it, fuck that

They put my record out
I'm be large, know what I'm talkin' about?
In the first two I made about three hundred bucks
Yo, business sucks

But I got another and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's
But many won't get no second
And get fucked in this biz without a or a dance

The game is to exploit young kids
A pimp game and there ain't no shame
And the gone too far
Hundred hip-hop labels with all white
The game's hijacked, the rap hijacked

Let me tell you how it

Now every MC in the game
Was worryin' a white boy gettin' the fame
They dug out the
Now let me a demonstration

Say, you got a dope group the hood
Talkin' mad shit, they're up to no good
You take 'em to a
Now who sits the table?

Some Jewish muthafucka that know shit
Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a street hit
The shit's way off
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to about his horse

You go on tour, the agency says you're wild
down your style
The jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this know what shit to rock?

The shit that make your turn green
Is when you get dissed by a magazine
I give a fuck about muthafuckas
I'm this jam to save my hip-hop brothers

Get your straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant like I did
Don't blow your dough, you will see gs
But game has no guarantees

Learn about points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you
you might have a chance
If not, bend over, down your pants
The game's

Yo, the rap game's
I'm 'bout a hijack
The rap game's
it

You can go gold and still owe the record label
Yo, kid, the math
Learn the word 'recoup', troop
And stop 'round, all hyped and souped

You ain't nothin' but somethin' to be used and
You ain't nothin' but a to be duped and jerked
'Cause the record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't ya now

They're out to an end, friend
'Cause every you make, they damn near make ten
They'll you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and put on the shelf to rot

I'm tryin' to tell you up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fuckin'
'Cause I just can't around and watch rap get done
And my ain't gettin' none

A nigga like me has spit game
Nigga, get cash flow, fuck that muthafuckin' fame
'Cause the white man's us off once again

Fool, the rap hijacked
You need to listen,
The rap hijacked
Need to this record about ten times

The rap hijacked
Black people own shit
The rap hijacked
it

R&B's
Black is hijacked
being black is hijacked

Nigga, muthafuckas, they rippin' us off
You get a end while the money's there, boy
Silly ass bitch, around with a gold chain
All gotta get some real estate

Muthafucka, come up, fuck a
Better get somethin' you can own,
White man ain't givin' up
Word o'

Although I got a white
But gettin' minimum wage
So it's cool,
Shit's been