Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the fuck is all noise?
He Cali he can't rap
He ain't than this nigga
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 feel I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer
Don't let MAKAVELI you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me under the
Joe Buddens told '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 what you say dog your shit be whack
You better what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a advice homey switch your raps
that shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What you need a gun? I'll get you that
nigga 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 bitch he won't live through that
Even a with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, do that
He a (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G knew
He ain't look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln sittin back to back
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out him crack is back
That's nine five a bird take half of
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for
You know what you started with give him of that
He gon you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep your mouth or I'm a blast the Mack
won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it
Retirement home and ain't nothing after
you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven timberland boots on
No subliminals I talkin to you Shawn
I'm talkin to heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad croutons
I with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't matter IF Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em to k-day
act like they 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 your
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
with my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley like Bishop Raheem Ass
First murder and I did without a mask
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New York know you a fag
Come out the closet show the how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my
Look at my Nextel got a call from
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 ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a nose
My bitch harder 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 to die I'll leave you where you stand
runnin around 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
What you terrorize New York?
I mean expose pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head 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 your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait Alpo come home
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me
'cause he know departed
And these rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got garages
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your little like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep massages I could hear Eazy
Tellin me to have a in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
Give him money we see that often
But it was all a like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in
I my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz used to for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need to start 'em
Just a little information for summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A.
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the shit out the
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne 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 with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a church on
say they 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 blind to the masses like Stevie wonder glasses
I'm a savage spit like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white
Spreadin rumors when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm the world he reach for my chain I might clap 'em
niggaz shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was when the police found my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Banks got hit
And just came home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in converse
Niggaz show me love they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't hear none of they beats
Nigga this shit
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 gon' act know that Suge GOT home
These is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc me the word I put this Berretta 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
Game got the streets locked call
Get the whole LAPD shot
Niggaz to the street cops
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my heat cocked in the stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin
Niggaz fightin for the throne ain't shit
Tryin to the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might think I'm dick
'cause I'M AT the puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ into me dig 'em up
So they could stand by side again and live it up
might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With thoughts 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
if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in 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 tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a cup

Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the nigga
What the y'all 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 can't rap I'm Compton remember
You gotta be out motherfuckin mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll anyone of you motherfuckers

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