Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

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

1: The Game]
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves a hummer exhaust
let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little 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 and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me they runnin New York
Till I my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They to take me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your be whack
You watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause that shit on your album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? get you that
nigga let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz admit to that
But I don't even want chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 for that bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga a ten-year bid knew that
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 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 Lincoln continentals back to back
Leavin City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far from where the roaches and is at
Come to I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where hack-a-shack
the advance money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
nine five a bird take half of that
Import it, export it in cracker
When you get to the 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 for that
Gotta your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the world know that bastard rap
you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
Except you layin in a black
Suit on you can't go to heaven timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 with no on
And it don't matter IF it's or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em to k-day
They act like they forgot Dre-day
I don't rap for that's why they fired AJ
It's me through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game kill
Let me you the stars take you back to the car
Rewind time 3, 1994
I was in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley like chasin Raheem Ass
First and I did that 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 catch you in Los without a pass
Everybody in New know that you a fag
Come out the show the world how to use a pad
death on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call from
That a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the thing smokin to Atlanta
up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security out no Joe in here
Just gettin 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 waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is than rolls gold
Get hit in the face the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke
My bitch harder than you yeah Vita
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
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 expose these pussy ass like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Park
He can't walk through New York no more like john
Gotta call 'cause i'mma his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know Jay-Z
And these other rap labels know feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
money off Roc like 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 bitches me mnage's
Deep massages I could Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a in Tamika's office
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
Promote that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a
Give him money we don't see that
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in
I ain't say you won't see in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in
I'm from Compton niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need to start 'em
Just a little for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit the shit out the Lakers
And kill you 'cause THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da ain't 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
Quiet as a church on
Niggaz say hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch 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 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 back at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I jack 'em
I'm tellin the 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 empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring that shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it
And I found out Buck got shot up in
And Sha Money told me Banks got hit
And Yayo came home G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a D-12
A fan asked me how it to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't hear none of they beats
Nigga this 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 that 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 beef is on my is on
Them white is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my socks time I see cops
Game got the streets call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get nephews and your niece shot
With my cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin
Niggaz fightin for the throne that shit
to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by side and live it up
This might be the last you hear 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 was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 'Jigga What'
be SIGNED 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

Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the nigga
What the y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one fuckin
I'm just 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 murder of you motherfuckers

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