Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the fuck is all this
He Cali he can't rap
He ain't better than nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck y'all hear the

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I done it
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me they runnin New York
I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They to take me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly fact he got on wax
So he snitched to get me back
No matter what you say dog your shit be
You better watch you say it might get you clapped
a little advice homey switch your raps
'cause that shit on last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz admit to that
But I don't even want your chain let the Crips do that
12 bars for that bitch he won't live through
Even a with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his tee you could see his ribs through that
You let your ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln sittin back to back
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far where the roaches and rats is at
to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers they hack-a-shack
Give the money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
That's nine five a bird take half of
Import it, export it in cracker
When you get to the ask for Black
You know what you started with him half of that
He gon you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a give you cash for that
Gotta keep your mouth or I'm a blast the Mack
won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it
Retirement home and ain't nothing after
Except you layin in a casket
Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass let men toss his salad like croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't matter IF Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot about
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
me leaking through your stereo
Envy me AS AN prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black like the range wheels
niggaz whisper around The like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the take you back to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my
Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper so we hit the block
Saw niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley like Bishop chasin Ass
First murder and I did without a mask
see Game gettin out a Jag
Two piece suit on he got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New know that you a fag
out the closet show the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red
Naw he couldn't have said so I raised my antennas
at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in
So I hopped on the first smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that phantom
Security out no Joe in here
Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
grill with the G-Unit logo
We Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a nose
My harder than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a
I'm Dre certified the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you
Smurf-ette runnin around New York he the man
But he in his pants
he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I wasn't I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk through New York no like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma break his ankles Hot-Sauce
Ask from your hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait Alpo come home
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know departed
And these other rap labels know feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little chain like these is
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep I could hear Eazy talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
a couple mil make Beans a offer
Give him we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see in Marcy
I my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we need keys to start 'em
Just a little for your summer vacation
your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da ain't makin it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after they him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON TWO ways
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a
With or without I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he for my chain I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz shot me in
Took one in the heart I was too proud to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I bring that gangbangin shit around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a D-12
A fan asked me how it to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me love they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear of they beats
this shit crazy
Em said shit when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act that Suge GOT home
These is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my socks every I see cops
Game got the streets locked call
Get the whole fuckin shot
snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and your shot
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the won't fit
might think I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ into me dig 'em up
So could stand side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the
It be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. sittin in the truck
And was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

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

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