Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
What the fuck is all noise?
He from Cali he rap
He ain't than this nigga
That's my artist
y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No detox I'm dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up me dog
And it feel like I done it
Sit in the pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we
You gotta wait 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 turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New
Hip-hop police on me think 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
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I a gun in New York
And that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your shit be
You better watch what you say it get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey switch raps
'cause that shit on your last album get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you
HE AIN'T A Industry I'll admit to that
But I don't want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw nigga
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far from where the and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll you where the racquet's at
Down the street the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him is back
That's nine a bird take half of that
it, export 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 plastic
And I'm a give you 3500 for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the
They won't believe you the world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a black
Suit on you can't go to heaven with boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad like
I fuck Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit Hot 97 with no tools on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll 'em back to k-day
They act like they about Dre-day
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 lettin the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black like the range wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me show you the stars you back to the car
Rewind march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my
When Nas hit the I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the waist 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 chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two suit on he still got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me you in Los Angeles without a pass
in New York know that you a fag
Come out the show the world how to use a pad
death on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said that so I my antennas
at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in
So I hopped on the thing smokin to Atlanta
up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in
So I uncocked the .44 in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the logo
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my
I'm the man Stat Quo
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you yeah loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll you where you stand
Smurf-ette runnin around New like he the man
But he peed in his
he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New like the Son Of Sam
What you terrorize New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Park
He can't walk through New York no like john STARKS
Gotta 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait till Alpo home
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know Jay-Z
And these other rap labels know don't feed artists
blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your chain like these is flawless
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep massages I could hear talkin
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 Beans a
Give him money we don't see that
But it was all a like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in
I said my said he see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from where niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need to start 'em
a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the vacant and Da Band 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 G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch but I do that with a semi-automatic
or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the like Stevie 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 come back 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
niggaz shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart I was too proud to run
The was empty when the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin 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 came home
Backstage at a D-12
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they when I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga this crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now they to RUIN Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets act know that Suge GOT home
These niggaz is I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put Berretta on EM
When the is on my piece is on
Them white is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra in my Reeboks
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the locked call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my heat in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that shit
Tryin to measure the fallin but the shoe won't fit
might think I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery creases in my G-Unit's
to talk TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So could stand side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you hear me 'em up
suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga
Wouldn't be to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a cup

Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the crown
the fuck y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my nigga
I ain't no
I can't rap I'm from Compton
You gotta be out your mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll murder of you motherfuckers

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