Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

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What the fuck is all noise?
He from he can't rap
He ain't better than nigga
That's my artist
Fuck hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
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 fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the ones that we lost
You gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to red carpet when he come in New York
police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New
tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
'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 your be whack
You watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little homey switch your raps
'cause that 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 niggaz I'll to that
But I don't even your chain 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 mouth yeah, yeah do
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G that
He ain't eatin at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let your do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 continentals sittin back to back
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere the crackers at
Real far where the roaches and rats is at
Come to I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where they
Give the advance money back I have to rap
Harry-O out tell him crack is back
That's nine five a bird half of that
Import it, export it in jacks
you get to the projects ask for Black
You know 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 mouth closed or I'm a the Mack
They won't believe you the whole know that bastard rap
you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven with boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
ass nigga let men toss his salad like croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act like forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for that's why they fired AJ
me leaking through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from son
All black like the range wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my
When Nas hit the scene I was rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw from a rival gang 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 a mask
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
Gangbangin he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a
Everybody in New know that you a fag
Come out the show the world how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in
So I hopped on the first smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on black phantom
Security out no Joe in here
Just Outkast ready for a show in here
So I the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome 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 niggaz is faker than rolls
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The with a broke nose
My bitch than you yeah 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 leave you where you stand
Smurf-ette around New York like 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
you mean terrorize New York?
I mean these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk through New York no more john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma break his like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait till come home
Like AZ Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed they
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin money off Roc like little E and
off your little chain 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 could hear Eazy
Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E in
Promote without that in Boston
Take a couple mil Beans a offer
Give him money we see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he see Bleek in Marcy
I'm Compton where niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A.
Mad 'cause beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't 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 they him in
niggaz got beef with but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder like a .38
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
one in the heart 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got up in CaShville
And Sha Money me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a D-12
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in converse
show me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga shit crazy
Em some 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 know Suge GOT home
These is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put this on EM
When the is on my piece is on
Them sheets is on 'em Doc breathin 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 snitchin to the cops
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my heat in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
fightin for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
Niggaz might think I'm ridin
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my
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 thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the
My conscience me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and up
What if that was P. sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE 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 king he carry a cup

[The Game
Snoop got the crown nigga
the fuck y'all mad at me for
I sold one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 to feed my family nigga
I ain't no
I can't rap I'm from 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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