Luyện nghe bài hát You Played Yourself

This is it, from the fly kid
The Ice mic is with the high bid
Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you
You're faintin', punk, if you heard a gunshot

Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the
High Roller, dead folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a
E, turn up the microphone

So I can ill and on the rollin' tape
Another to make? Great
turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a to sit

And ride the track like a black mack in his
Hit the corner slow the girls are at
And kick the way it should be done
How you gonna drop You're dumb

ignorant, don't even talk to me
At school you Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act
Well, let me tell you one thing, you got

To perpetrate, you're bait, so wait
Till the press a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie or Chuck D
or the Big Daddy

And they ask you the game you claim you got
Drop now, why not?
You start to and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this

You played
Yo, yo, you yourself

I'm no but I know the D E A L
When it comes to dealin' the females
What you got want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll you with speed

But you meet a freak, you try to her out
money's what I'm talkin' about
But you out, your pockets got blew out
And the date, no boots, you got threw out

Mad and shook 'cause your duckets got
her up, phone's off the hook
But who you to front and flaunt your grip?
You buy no relationship

You yourself
Yo, homeboy, you played

I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's
And for the money they're sell out
But they claim that they're rich and they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out

Two hundred thousand sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout
You better double that, then double again
And still get sooped, my friend

You think you've made it, you're a lucky man
Guess who your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em 'cause you you're a star
That attitude is rude, you get far

'Cause they'll on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
where you'll sit
No friends you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, through

You played
That's right, you played
You yourself
Yo, yo, you played

You got problems, you claim you need a
But every you get you take
Straight to the man, try to get a beam up
Your time is spent tryna scheme up

Another way to get for a jumbo
you go to sleep you count five O's
Lyin' and cheatin', you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you been eatin'

You ripped off all your family and friends
does your larceny end
And then you get an for a big move
An robbery, smooth

But everything went wrong, somebody got
You couldn't get away, the cops roll, popped
And now locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
fault? No

Nobody put the into the pipe
Nobody you smoke off your life
You that you could do dope
And still cool? Fool

You yourself, you played yourself
nobody else's fault, you played yourself