Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

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What the is all this noise?
He from he can't rap
He better than this nigga
That's my favorite
Fuck y'all hear the

1: The Game]
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks up under me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you thuggin it costs
Pour out a liquor for the loved ones that we lost
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 turn 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 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me 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 shit be
You better watch what you say it get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause that shit on last 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 bars for that he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew
Put a gun in his yeah, yeah do that
He a (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through
You cocksucker let your do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to
Leavin Jersey naw nigga Hackensack
Where's somewhere 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 centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance back I AIN'T have to rap
Break out tell him crack is back
nine five a bird take half of that
Import it, export it in jacks
you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you with give him half 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 closed or I'm a the Mack
They won't believe you the whole know that bastard rap
Once you outta the you can't have it back
Retirement home and ain't after that
Except you in a casket black
Suit on you go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm talkin to heartless 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 matter IF it's Sway or
Angie Martinez take 'em back to k-day
They act like forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they AJ
It's me leaking through stereo
Envy me AS AN prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game The Game won't kill
Let me you the stars take you back to the car
time march 3, 1994
I was only in my deuce-deuce in my Levi's
Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival 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 that a mask
Fast-forward see Game out a Jag
Two piece suit on he got his rag
Gangbangin forever he got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a
Everybody in New York know you a fag
Come out the closet the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red
Naw he couldn't have said so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
That 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 black
hopped out no Joe in here
Just gettin ready for a show in here
So I the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I ain't gotta even Bo know
Have of rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The with a broke nose
My harder 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 to die I'll leave you where you stand
runnin around New York like he the man
But he in his pants
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I wasn't I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New like the Son Of Sam
What you mean terrorize New
I mean these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head in Central Park
He walk through New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me
he know Jay-Z departed
And these rap labels know don't feed they artists
blueprint shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like E and carter
Showin off little chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B bitches givin me
Deep I could hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
Give him we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I Memph Bleek in Marcy
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne and Da Band ain't makin it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but sayin shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO
Nigga I'm a hazard 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 to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that white
Let him die and back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
Took one in the 'cause I was too proud to run
The clip was when 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
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of they
Nigga this shit
Em said shit when 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 Suge GOT home
These niggaz is birds I can see the on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
the beef is on my piece is on
Them sheets is on 'em Doc breathin 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 locked call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin shot
snitchin to the street cops
Get your and your niece shot
With my heat cocked in the stop
Nigga attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
Niggaz might think I'm ridin
I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ lettin me dig 'em up
So they stand side by side again and live it up
This be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

[The Game
Snoop Dogg got the crown
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 Compton remember
You gotta be out motherfuckin mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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