Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
the fuck is all this noise?
He Cali he can't rap
He ain't better than this
That's my artist
Fuck hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I it before
Sit in the pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a 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 my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me 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 just to get me
No what you say dog your shit be whack
You better watch you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice switch your raps
'cause that shit on your last album get you PLAQUES
What you need 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 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 ten-year bid knew
Put a gun in his yeah, yeah do that
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 cocksucker let ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 continentals sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw Hackensack
Where's that where the crackers at
Real far where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll show you where the at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out him crack 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 what you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a sack
And I'm a you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep your closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the world know that bastard rap
you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a casket
on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
I'm talkin to heartless mouse 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 inside Hot 97 with no on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to
They act like they about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they AJ
It's me leaking through your
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz lettin the Desert blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game kill
Let me show you the stars 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 still rockin
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin through the alley Bishop 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
Gangbangin forever he still got his
Let me you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New York that you a fag
out the closet show the world how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't said that so I raised my antennas
at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on black phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a
I'm Dre like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll you where you stand
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 New York like the Son Of Sam
What you terrorize New York?
I mean expose pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head in Central Park
He walk through New York no more like john STARKS
call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask from your hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait till come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your little like these is flawless
Send him 50 a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep massages I hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
him money we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I 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 information for summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A.
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the shit out the
And they'll kill you 'cause can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da ain't makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after weighed 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 THEY TWO
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do with a semi-automatic
With or traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in white wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my I might clap 'em
'cause shot me in 2001
one in the heart 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was when the police found my gun
So I bring that gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he how it feel
And I found out got shot up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
at a D-12 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 they frown when I don't wanna hear of they beats
Nigga this crazy
Em said some shit was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I forgive him I got of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know Suge 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 in my Reeboks
'cause I'm in and out my socks every I see cops
Game got the streets locked 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin shot
Niggaz to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece
With my heat cocked in the stop
Nigga attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
fightin 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 creases in my
to talk TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand by side again and live it up
might 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 in the buck
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them up
if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
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 Dogg got the nigga
the fuck y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I can't rap I'm from Compton
You gotta be out your motherfuckin
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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