Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

[Intro: Dave
I ya'll to greatness
You now a legend
nigga shit

[Verse 1: Dave
Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living
Never get in tune negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of when I glance
in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I came the plan

2: The Game]
I came with a Glock, run out, niggas getting socked off top
We selling dope, like we was from the rock
Off pot, out the Cutlass letting off shots
Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not

[Verse 3: East]
Donald Trump safe on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP
Your baby love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I moving with Benz, ain't talking

4: The Game]
Verse-y, have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the Mercy
With some Hershey and she from
The brain Bosley, nigga no Bill Cosby
Samsung, spillin' on it beside me
Laced in Tom Ford, bottoms in the lobby

5: Dave East]
I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best
Shit, I knew we was the best I met Khaled
Chasin' out here lookin' for the next salad
I'm from the East Side of Harlem, we never valance
Checks pilin', black wave the Tech smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred on the next island

6: The Game]
My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a thing
Don't make me switch ribs, hop in the ghost it's Halloween
Run up on a con spittin' ether like I am out of
up on a nigga, broad day, take him out of things
Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a
Me and Dave, and Jada, heroin and gasoline
RIP to Yams, when we in Harlem cookin' greens
I start trippin', it's like Future when he out of
And I don't do but this hammer hangin' out my jeans
And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of
You can run on Instagram, but outrun the beam, nigga

7: Dave East]
Dope in Michigan, Lions stamp
I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Lansky
Hoodlum, my alliances out in
We play like Crooklyn, follow the lord, took 'em
A hundred bookies, on Golden State
Fiends sniffin' 8 as I watched his face go in that plate

8: The Game]
What he snorting up? wire taps, you ain't recording us
Fresh pair of J's, and fuck Michael Jordan up
Go to jail, smack CO's and the warden, "What?"
My niggas at your crib, but your daughter underwater
Mastros, up, Audemar, quarter tuck
Baltimore with the pockets fat as Lady Luck
East!

9: Dave East]
Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Parker
Trash bags to the ceiling, it ain't no for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles
Knockin' Lenny in the 550, ride by slow
Couple my bitches down poles

[Verse 10: The
That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at
I see head in my future, called like he designer
Nigga called himself a thug, but we know he vagina
The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call
I'll crush Empire, then eat your girl cookie
You good with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie

[Verse 11: East]
Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in fucking life
at the club from my block you let me tuck the pipe
You having a problems with your spouse, cuz you fucking right
I'm somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right
Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block
Fiends was up early so I was the to see the block

[Outro: The
East meets my nigga
They say Compton is just like Harlem, I that's right
Soon as I in JFK man, had a fucking
Had a fucker' Uber take me to mid-town man
up my fuckin' Lambo
Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in
where I play, Game nigga
Pull the Lambo in Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
that corner table in the back
Let me get fried chicken
That come out first, smokin'
nigga shit, Compton