Luyện nghe bài hát Game Theory

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

Yeah, where I'ma start it at, I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the of crack
Now it's a body every night on the Almanac
Rock bottom where them gotta problem at
them outsiders getting popped for they wallet at
I had nothin' but I made outta that
Now I'm the out the limo like Charlie Mack
From 215 it's him the one
And he's representin' Philly to the
the realest
You can't touch him and not for
If you hip hop then you gots to love it
If not then it
I'm handlin'
Smokin' more 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 play causes your main thing to say
Your style so splendid you bout business
You arousing my
You than a Shogun
You know the way it go, huh, game know I'm talkin' bout

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

Hey yo I'm tryin' to get it at any so it's no remorse
When I'm blastin' off like you askin' for it
When Black in the door all hats is off
Your hands up in the air goin' back and
I'm ready for a classic massacre
make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa
Jump outta a Porsche huffin' a fat cigar
Night ridin' on 'em like my last name
Voted unlikely to succeed cause my class was
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 it and weep
Cause I'm the force of the Lord, the of hell
You'd rather for the hills and save yourselves
My Man rip like He ringin' the bells
The King of the you seen Him do His thing in a film
on

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

Dreams when M16's infrared beams
Blowin' up cribs with cans of kerosene
High-jack the limousine with a routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the
Militant camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down jewels cash and four four
When I prepare for torture
Fuck and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land the killas dwell
My technique is to you guerrilla style
My instinct is of a whale bang you up from head to toe
lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality switched to
heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier a stripes 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 baby
So I can go, I'd have to it
I not make it
You could not it