Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

[Intro: East]
I ya'll to greatness
You now a legend
Real nigga

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

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

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

[Verse 4: The
Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the
With Hershey and she from Marcy
The Bosley, nigga fuckin' no Bill Cosby
Samsung, champagne on it beside me
Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the

[Verse 5: East]
I missed the Met Gala, eatin' with the best scallops
Shit, I knew we was the best before I met
Chasin' lettuce out here for the next salad
I'm from the East of Harlem, we never stress valance
Checks pilin', black wave the Tech smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the island

6: The Game]
My neck stylin', 5 on the angel wings
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton
Don't make me switch ribs, hop in the like it's Halloween
Run up on a con ether like I am out of Queens
Walk up on a nigga, broad day, him out of things
Leave him like Barkley, him play the block without a ring
Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and
RIP to Yams, when we in Harlem cookin' collard
I start trippin', like Future when he out of lean
And I don't do construction but 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

[Verse 7: Dave
Dope in Michigan, Lions stamp
I run it like Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansky
Hoodlum, my out in Brooklyn
We play steps like Crooklyn, the lord, took 'em
A hundred bookies, on Golden State
Fiends 8 balls as I watched his face go in that plate

[Verse 8: The
What he up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't recording us
Fresh of J's, and stilla fuck Michael Jordan up
Go to jail, smack CO's and the warden, "What?"
My niggas at your crib, but your daughter stuck
Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter
Baltimore with the packed fat as Lady Luck
East!

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

10: The Game]
That Ace of Diamonds, of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx
I see head in my future, called that like he
Nigga called himself a thug, but we know that he
The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, call cryin'
I'll crush your Empire, then eat girl cookie
You only with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie

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

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