Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the fuck is all noise?
He from he can't rap
He better than this nigga
That's my artist
y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No detox I'm dog
the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it
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 and let it bump in the Porsche
I turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop on me think they runnin New York
I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me under the
'cause Joe Buddens 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No what you say dog your shit be whack
You watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause that shit on your album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
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 bitch he won't live that
a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, do that
He a (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew 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 later do me ooh wee now to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere the crackers at
Real far from where the roaches and is at
Come to I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where they
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
That's nine five a bird half of that
Import it, 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 your closed or I'm a blast the Mack
won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you the throne you can't have it back
home and ain't nothing after that
Except you in a casket black
on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
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 Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit Hot 97 with no tools on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie I'll take 'em back to k-day
act like they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through your
Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was only in my deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was rockin knee-highs
with my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley Bishop chasin 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 Angeles without a
in New York know that you a fag
Come out the show 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 call from
That a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the '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 even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker rolls gold
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't one record got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the
Run up you sure to die leave you where you stand
Smurf-ette around New York like he the man
But he peed in his
he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I wasn't I had to bury my man
Or I terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
you mean terrorize New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz I'm Too Short
tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New York no more like john
Gotta call 'cause break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask from your hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait Alpo come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
he know Jay-Z departed
And these other rap know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little chain like is flawless
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me
massages I could hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a
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 he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't keys to start 'em
Just a little for your summer vacation
Bring your 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't find Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band 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 church on
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the toe tag 'em
any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white
Spreadin rumors when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I clap 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
Took one in the 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin shit my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it
And I found out Buck got up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo came home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of beats
Nigga this shit
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Shady
I forgive him I got of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that GOT home
These niggaz is birds I can see the on 'em
If Doc me the word I put this Berretta on EM
When the is on my piece 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 locked call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my heat cocked in the beach
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the won't fit
Niggaz might I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by side and live it up
This be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and 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 '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

[The Game
Snoop Dogg got the nigga
What the fuck mad at me for
I sold one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I can't rap I'm from remember
You gotta be out motherfuckin mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll murder anyone of you

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