Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

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What the is all this noise?
He Cali he can't rap
He ain't better this nigga
That's my favorite
y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks up under 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 thuggin it costs
out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck The Source
But I up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to red carpet when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me 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
Joe Buddens told 'em I carry 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 watch what 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 nigga you need a I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre you back
HE AIN'T A niggaz I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that bitch he won't 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 Ready To Die B.I.G that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you see his ribs 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 naw nigga Hackensack
that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll show you the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the money back I AIN'T have to rap
Harry-O out tell him crack is back
That's five a bird take half of that
Import it, export it in jacks
When you get to the ask for Black
You what you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic
And I'm a give you cash for that
Gotta keep mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement and ain't nothing after that
Except you in a casket black
Suit on you 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 with 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
They act like forgot about Dre-day
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I niggaz without lettin the Desert blow
tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the range rover
whisper around The Game like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the take you back to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my
Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the waist 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 like 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
forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
Everybody in New know that you a fag
Come out the closet show the how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red
Naw he have said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
nigga 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 phantom
hopped out no Joe in here
Just gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome with the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than gold
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder you yeah Vita loco
I sold 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 where you
Smurf-ette around New York 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 York the Son Of Sam
What you mean terrorize New
I mean expose these ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Park
He can't walk New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma break his like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till come home
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me
'cause he know Jay-Z
And these other rap labels know don't feed artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got garages
Gettin money off Roc like E and carter
Showin off your little chain like these is
Send him 50 a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep massages I could Eazy talkin
Tellin me to a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil Beans a offer
Give him money we don't see that
But it was all a dream like I Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see in Marcy
I said my he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm Compton where niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for your vacation
Bring your 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the shit out the
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't 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 weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard Michael Jackson in khakis
kids but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I my shit out and blast it
I'm to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder like a .38
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in white wagon
Let him die and back 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 niggaz me in 2001
Took one in the 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he how it feel
And I found out got shot 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 when I don't wanna none of they beats
Nigga shit crazy
Em said shit when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act that Suge GOT home
These niggaz is birds I can see the on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put this 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
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked 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 stop
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the that ain't shit
to measure the fallin legends 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 Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you 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 enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the
And was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s he carry a pimp cup

[The Game
Snoop got the crown nigga
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't one fuckin record
I'm just 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 Kid, ask Funk Flex
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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