Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

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

1: The Game]
No detox I'm dog
Like the solo right up under me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey it costs
Pour out a little for the loved ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck The Source
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 carpet when he in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they New York
Till I lace my and1 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens '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 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
that shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to
But I don't want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 for that bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew
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 ribs that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin to back
Leavin Jersey naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere the crackers at
Real far from where the and rats is at
to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples 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 five a 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 you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for
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 home and ain't after that
Except you layin in a black
on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I talkin to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass let men toss his salad like croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em to k-day
They act like forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free why they fired AJ
me leaking through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz 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 in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my FASE he was seventeen
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival gang Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin through the alley like 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 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 couldn't have said so I raised my antennas
Look at my 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 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
grill with the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my
I'm the man Quo know
I gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to 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 like the of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you you stand
Smurf-ette around New York like he the man
But he in his pants
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I wasn't I had to bury my man
Or I would've New York like the Son Of Sam
you mean terrorize New York?
I mean expose these ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New 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 stoop ? In the
Wait till come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know Jay-Z
And these other rap labels don't feed 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 givin me mnage's
Deep massages I hear Eazy talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
without that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a
Give him money we don't see often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to for BARKLEY'S
lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every in L.A. waitin
Mad Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band 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 sayin shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON TWO ways
Nigga I'm a like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a
With or traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that wagon
Let him die and come back at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors when I see Game I might jack '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 when the police found my gun
So I bring that gangbangin shit around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's
Niggaz show me love when see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear of they beats
Nigga this shit
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge GOT
These niggaz is I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
the beef is on my piece is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my every time I see cops
got the streets locked call 9-1-1
Get the fuckin LAPD shot
Niggaz to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't
Tryin to measure the fallin but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by 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 enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I is its luck
got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s he carry a pimp cup

[The talking]
Snoop Dogg got the nigga
the fuck y'all mad at me for
I sold one fuckin record
I'm tryin to use these 200 bars 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 Flex
I'll anyone of you motherfuckers

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