Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
the fuck is all this noise?
He Cali he can't rap
He ain't better than this
That's my favorite
Fuck hear the breakdown

1: The Game]
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer
Don't let MAKAVELI you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved that we lost
You ain't wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I turn up my and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
'em to roll red carpet when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me they runnin New York
Till I my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They to take me downtown put me under the court
Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly he got ripped on wax
So he snitched to get me back
No matter what you say dog your shit be
You better watch what you say it might get you
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause that on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to
But I don't even want chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that bitch he won't live that
a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid that
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw nigga
Where's somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
Come to I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers they hack-a-shack
Give the advance back I AIN'T have to rap
Break out tell him crack is back
That's nine a bird take half of that
Import it, it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for
You know what you with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a sack
And I'm a you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a the Mack
They won't believe you the world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a black
Suit on you go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm talkin to heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad croutons
I with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 with no on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll 'em back to k-day
act like they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they AJ
It's me through your stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind time 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
Runnin my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper so we hit the block
Saw from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin through the alley like Bishop Raheem Ass
murder and I did that without a mask
Fast-forward see Game out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me catch you in Los without a pass
Everybody in New know that you a fag
Come out the closet the world how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
That nigga a pussy we saw him in Atlanta
So I on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on black phantom
hopped out no Joe in here
Just gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke
My bitch harder you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you
Smurf-ette around New York like he the man
But he in his pants
he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till Alpo come
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me
'cause he know departed
And these other rap know don't feed they artists
blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like E and carter
Showin off your little chain like these is
Send him 50 a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches me mnage's
Deep massages I hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E in
Promote without that magazine in
Take a couple mil Beans a offer
Give him we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Bleek in Marcy
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we need keys to start 'em
a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every in L.A. waitin
Mad Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't find Payton
Meanwhile the throne and Da Band ain't makin it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO
Nigga I'm a hazard like Jackson in khakis
Touch but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie without glasses
I'm a savage murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might 'em
'cause niggaz shot me in
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 9 he know how it feel
And I out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Banks got hit
And Yayo just home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it to be walkin in Snoop's converse
show me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't hear none of they beats
Nigga this crazy
Em said some when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I forgive him I got of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that GOT home
These niggaz is I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
the beef is on my piece is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call
Get the fuckin LAPD shot
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get your nephews and your niece
With my heat cocked in the stop
Nigga witta attitude like I Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't
Tryin to the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz think I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin in my G-Unit's
to talk TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by again and live it up
might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the in the buck
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I ain't to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the crown
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I can't rap I'm Compton remember
You gotta be out your motherfuckin
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Flex
I'll murder anyone of you

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