Luyện nghe bài hát Think It's A Game - Jay-z

[Chorus: Saint
Think it's a game them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your hang out..
.. cause you're fuckin a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out your brains hang out..
.. cause you're with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga

[Beanie
It was a, full moon in the beginnin of
Bout the end of '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and women
Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac
Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no
Niggaz wanna LoJack, your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, my bitches
You wanna trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm
You ain't no youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys?
Crack topic, back it
Thirty-one long top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on back pocket (bitch)
not a game, prick

Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh,
gangsta nigga.. yeah
They me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, behind me, holdin my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my up
Top down, 'dro in the air, that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it my thinker
Makes me a, about my math
Get ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, a few cents
Don't me Hov' no more, call me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy

Purpose for man - Allah, then you die
of my gun - run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son - him to do the same
Clip blazin it through your
Strip, use it 'til burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's as this four-five
And real as five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids eat, red Beamer stops
where your connects meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it (?) size
With hammers hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
don't think cause I rap that I (?)
O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men
Real keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
on the strip, bringin that cash in

[Lil
It's C the young gunner, call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay it, except for in school
Metal in school, for every last nickel get moved
every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I it in school
to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the
And can't take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, just the way I
get it consistantly, it until the day I'm gone
Scream any day and it's on
The same dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was
But these lames it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh