Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the fuck is all this
He from Cali he rap
He better than this nigga
That's my favorite
Fuck y'all hear the

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up me dog
And it feel like I it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones we lost
You ain't gotta for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the
I mean up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet he come in New York
police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 '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 fact he got on wax
So he just to get me back
No what you say dog your shit be whack
You better watch what you say it get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey your raps
that shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? get you that
nigga let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz admit to that
But I even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a bid knew that
Put a gun in his yeah, yeah do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid that
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his through that
You cocksucker let your ears do
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 continentals sittin back to back
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that where the crackers at
Real far from where the and rats is at
to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I have to rap
Harry-O out tell him crack is back
That's five a bird take half of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the ask for Black
You know you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic
And I'm a you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the whole world know that rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
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 with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men his salad like croutons
I fuck Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit Hot 97 with no tools on
And it don't matter IF it's or KaySlay
Angie I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot about
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game kill
Let me show you the take you back to the car
time march 3, 1994
I was only in my deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
Fast-forward see Game out a Jag
Two piece suit on he got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a
Everybody in New York know you a fag
Come out the closet the world how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he have said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
That a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first smokin to Atlanta
up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just Outkast ready for a show in here
So I the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of these rap niggaz is than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on tryin to The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you Vita loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre like the leader of the band
Run up you to die I'll leave you where you stand
Smurf-ette runnin around New like he the man
But he peed in his
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I would've New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I expose these pussy ass niggaz 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 through New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And these rap labels know don't feed they artists
blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep massages I could hear Eazy
Tellin me to a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E in
Promote without that in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
Give him money we don't see often
But it was all a dream I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he 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 information for summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after they him in
niggaz got beef G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a church on
Niggaz say they hate my music but my ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael in khakis
Touch kids but I do with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my shit out and it
I'm blind to the masses Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
Took one in the 'cause I was too proud to run
The was empty when the police found my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got up in CaShville
And Sha Money me Lloyd Banks got hit
And just came home G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me love they see me in the streets
But they frown I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga this crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that GOT home
niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
When the is on my piece is on
Them sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my socks time I see cops
Game got the streets call 9-1-1
Get the whole LAPD shot
snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre Detox
Niggaz for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin but the shoe won't fit
might 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
This might be the last you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the
My conscience me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE hit him up
I wouldn't be 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its
got me on MTV with 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 ain't sold one record
I'm tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I rap I'm from Compton remember
You gotta be out your mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Flex
I'll murder anyone of you

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