Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the is all this noise?
He from he can't rap
He ain't better than nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I done it
Sit in the pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
Don't let fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones we lost
You ain't wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
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 roll red carpet when he come in New
Hip-hop police on me they runnin New York
Till I my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me under the
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New
And homey that's strictly fact he got on wax
So he snitched to get me back
No matter you say dog your shit be whack
You better watch what you say it get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to
But I don't want 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 yeah, yeah do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid that
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You let your ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 continentals sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw nigga
that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton show you where the racquet's at
Down the street from the staples where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I have to rap
Break out tell him crack is back
That's nine five a bird take half of
Import it, export it in jacks
When you get to the 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 give you 3500 for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the
They won't believe you the world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it
Retirement home and ain't after that
Except you layin in a black
on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
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 IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act they forgot about Dre-day
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through your
Envy me AS AN emcee for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game The Game 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 in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin
Runnin my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We through the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did without a mask
Fast-forward see Game out a Jag
Two suit on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he still got his
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
Everybody in New York that you a fag
Come out the closet the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red
Naw he couldn't said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my got a call from Santana
That nigga a pussy we saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first 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 uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I gotta explain even Bo know
of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you yeah loco
I sold one record got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you
Smurf-ette runnin around New York he the man
But he in his pants
When he saw us at Jam
I wasn't there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York the Son Of Sam
you mean terrorize New York?
I expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk through New York no more john STARKS
call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
till Alpo come home
Like AZ Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And these rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin shit you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your little chain these is flawless
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep I could hear Eazy talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we 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 won't see in Marcy
I'm from Compton where niggaz to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to 'em
Just a information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every in L.A. waitin
Mad Detroit beat the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 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
Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with but ain't sayin shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael in khakis
Touch kids but I do with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without
I'm a spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he for my chain I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz 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 bring that gangbangin around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he how it feel
And I found out Buck got up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Lloyd got hit
And Yayo came home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz me love when they see me in the streets
But frown when I don't wanna hear none of they beats
this shit crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now 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 give me the word I put Berretta on EM
the beef 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 call 9-1-1
Get the fuckin LAPD shot
Niggaz snitchin to the street
Get your nephews and your shot
With my cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin
Niggaz for the throne that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
Niggaz think I'm ridin dick
I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you hear me 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my 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
What if that was P. Diddy in the truck
And was in jail 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 crown
What the y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one record
I'm just tryin to use 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I can't rap I'm from remember
You gotta be out your mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk
I'll murder anyone of you

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