Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
What the is all this noise?
He from he can't rap
He ain't better this nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck y'all the breakdown

1: The Game]
No detox I'm dog
Like the Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I done it
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey it costs
out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't with The Source
But I turn up my and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when 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 tryin to take me downtown put me the court
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New
And homey that's strictly fact he got on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No matter what you say dog your be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you
Here's a little homey switch your raps
'cause that shit on your album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A niggaz I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do
12 bars for that bitch he live through that
Even a nigga a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
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 ribs that
You let your ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw nigga
that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from where the and rats is at
Come to Compton show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him is back
That's nine five a bird take half of
Import it, export it in cracker
you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you started give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a sack
And I'm a give you 3500 for that
Gotta your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the whole know that bastard rap
Once you the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
Except you layin in a casket
Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland on
No I ain't talkin to you Shawn
I'm to that heartless mouse with no jewels 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 don't matter IF it's or KaySlay
Angie I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot Dre-day
I don't rap for Free why they fired AJ
It's me through your stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All like the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper The Game like The Game won't kill
Let me you the stars take you back to the car
Rewind time 3, 1994
I was in my teen's 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 niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
Fast-forward see Game out a Jag
Two suit on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New York that you a fag
Come out the show the world how to use a pad
death on my red bandana
Naw he have said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my got a call from Santana
nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just Outkast gettin ready for a 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 for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I gotta explain even Bo know
of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And on tryin 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 like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you you stand
Smurf-ette runnin 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
What you mean New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz I'm Too Short
Somebody tell I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head in Central Park
He walk through New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till come home
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And other rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin shit you got three garages
money off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B bitches me mnage's
Deep massages I hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
Give him money we don't see often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph in Marcy
I ain't say you see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he won't see in Marcy
I'm from Compton niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we need keys to start 'em
Just a little for your summer vacation
Bring your chain every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY find Gary 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
got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a
With or without traffic I pull my out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder glasses
I'm a savage murder like a .38 Magnum
16 of baggum 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 like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the he reach for my chain I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
one in the heart 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in
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 when see me in the streets
But frown when I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga shit 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
These is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc me the word I put this Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
Them sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an clip in my Reeboks
'cause I'm in and out my socks time I see cops
Game got the streets call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin shot
Niggaz snitchin to the street
Get your and your niece shot
With my heat cocked in the stop
witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz think I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery creases 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 time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to B.I.G and them up
What if was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside bumpin 'Jigga What'
be SIGNED 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 talking]
Snoop Dogg got the nigga
the fuck y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one fuckin
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to 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 Funk
I'll murder anyone of you

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