Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
What the fuck is all this
He from Cali he rap
He better than this nigga
That's my favorite
y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up me dog
And it feel like I done it
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves a hummer exhaust
Don't let 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 fuck with The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the
I turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come in New
police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly fact he got on wax
So he just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your be whack
You better what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a advice homey switch your raps
'cause that shit on your last album get you PLAQUES
What nigga you a gun? I'll get you that
nigga let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz admit to that
But I even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that he won't live through that
Even a with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew
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 let your ears do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now to rap
2 Lincoln continentals back to back
Leavin Jersey naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere the crackers at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
That's nine five a take half of that
Import it, export it in cracker
you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you started with give him of that
He gon you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the
They won't believe you the whole world know bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a casket
Suit on you can't go to heaven with boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
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 with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll 'em back to k-day
act like they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from son
All like the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The won't kill
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was only in my deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
Runnin with my FASE he was seventeen
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin through the alley like Bishop Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that a mask
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 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 have that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call from
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
Security hopped out no Joe in
Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome with the G-Unit logo
We Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain 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 Game with a nose
My bitch than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you
Smurf-ette runnin New York like he the man
But he peed in his
When he saw us at Jam
I wasn't there I had to bury my man
Or I terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
you mean terrorize New York?
I expose 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 like STARKS
call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till come home
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know departed
And these other rap labels don't feed they artists
Talkin shit you got three garages
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 talkin
Tellin me to a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E in
Promote that magazine in Boston
Take a mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we don't see that
But it was all a like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in
I said my he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to bleed for
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't keys to start 'em
Just a little information for summer vacation
Bring your chain every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in
Touch but I do that with a semi-automatic
or without 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 like a .38
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
rumors like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might 'em
niggaz shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I don't that gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it
And I out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
Backstage at a D-12
A fan asked me how it 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 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 that Suge GOT
These 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 white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked 9-1-1
Get the whole LAPD shot
Niggaz to the street cops
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my 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 legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might think I'm ridin
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ into 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
suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them 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 outside 40/40 bumpin What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I is its luck
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he a pimp cup

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

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