Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
the fuck is all this noise?
He from Cali he rap
He ain't better this nigga
That's my favorite
y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No detox I'm dog
Like the Reeboks 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 thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved that we lost
You ain't wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New
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 under the
'cause Joe told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's fact he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No matter what you say dog shit be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you
a little advice homey switch your raps
'cause shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry 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 live through
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 that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G knew
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that where the crackers at
Real far from where the and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where hack-a-shack
Give the money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break out tell him crack is back
That's nine five a bird take of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the ask for Black
You know what you started with give him half of
He gon give you 50 g's in a sack
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for
Gotta keep your mouth or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the whole world know bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a black
Suit on you can't go to heaven timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
I'm to that heartless mouse with 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 inside Hot 97 with no 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 about
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking your stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All like the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me show you the take you back to the car
time march 3, 1994
I was in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was rockin knee-highs
Runnin my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the waist so we hit the block
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 gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
in New York 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 that so I my antennas
at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That nigga a 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
Just Outkast gettin ready for a in here
So I uncocked the .44 in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the logo
We Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker than gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on tryin to The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the of the band
Run up you to die I'll leave you where 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 there I had to my man
Or I would've terrorized New like the Son Of Sam
What you terrorize New York?
I mean expose pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Park
He can't walk through New York no more like STARKS
call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait Alpo come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know departed
And these other rap labels know feed they artists
Talkin blueprint you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like E and carter
Showin off your little chain like is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep massages I could hear talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
without that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a
him money we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in
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 ain't need keys to 'em
Just a little information for your summer
Bring your chain every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the vacant and Da Band ain't makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without
I'm a savage spit murder a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back 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 shot me in
Took one in the heart I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't that gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they 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 forgive him I got 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 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 clip in my Reeboks
'cause I'm in and out my every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
Niggaz snitchin to the street
Get your nephews and your niece
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin
fightin for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
might think I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the in the buck
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and up
if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And was in jail the day HE RECORDED 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 to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

[The talking]
Dogg got the crown nigga
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't sold one fuckin
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my nigga
I no threat
I rap I'm from Compton remember
You gotta be out your motherfuckin
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Flex
I'll murder anyone of you

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