Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
the fuck is all this noise?
He from Cali he rap
He ain't better this nigga
That's my favorite
Fuck hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No detox I'm dog
Like the solo Reeboks up under me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved that 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 bump in the
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they New York
I lace 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 homey strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you
Here's a little advice homey switch your
'cause that shit on last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll to that
But I don't even want your I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid that
Put a gun in his mouth 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 let your ears do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now to rap
2 Lincoln continentals back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the at
Real far from where the roaches and is at
to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I 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 you started 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
keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the you can't have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
Except you layin in a casket
on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
No I ain't talkin to you Shawn
I'm to that heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his like croutons
I fuck Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it don't matter IF it's or KaySlay
Angie Martinez take 'em back 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 burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper The Game like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the take you back to the car
time march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's in my Levi's
Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We through the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
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 Angeles without a
Everybody in New York know 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
at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first thing smokin to
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that phantom
Security out no Joe in here
Just Outkast gettin for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the logo
We watched Hov go now the waitin for my solo
I'm the man Stat Quo
I ain't explain even Bo know
Have of these rap niggaz is faker rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you yeah Vita
I haven't sold one got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you
Smurf-ette around New York like he the man
But he peed in his
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I wasn't there I had to my man
Or I would've terrorized New like the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I mean expose these ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause i'mma 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 from Dre gon pay me regardless
he know Jay-Z departed
And these other rap know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like E and carter
Showin off your little chain like is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep massages I could Eazy talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
without that magazine in Boston
Take a mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we see that often
But it was all a dream I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you 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
lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for your summer
Bring your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A.
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll 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 they him in
niggaz got with G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that a semi-automatic
or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder a .38 Magnum
16 of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em
any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come 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 I might clap 'em
'cause shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I bring that gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it
And I found out Buck got shot up in
And Sha Money me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home
Backstage at a concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me love when see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't hear none of they beats
this shit crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now they tryin to Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge GOT
niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put this 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
'cause I'm in and out my socks every I see cops
Game got the streets locked 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get nephews and your niece shot
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't
to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't 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 might be the last you hear me biggin 'em up
suicidal thoughts bangin me and my bitch in the truck
My conscience me if I put the clip in the buck
It be loud enough 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 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a cup

Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the crown
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't one fuckin record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to 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 Whoo Kid, ask Flex
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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