Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

[Intro: Dave
I welcome ya'll to
You now witnessing a
nigga shit

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

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

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

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

5: Dave 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 Side of Harlem, we never stress valance
pilin', black shades wave the Tech smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next

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

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

8: The Game]
What he snorting up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't 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 underwater stuck
Mastros, order up, Audemar, tuck
Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady
East!

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

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

[Verse 11: Dave
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 with your spouse, cuz you ain't fucking right
I'm somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Block
was up early so I was the first to see the block

[Outro: The
meets West my nigga
They say Compton is just Harlem, I know that's right
as I land in JFK man, had a fucking
Had a fucker' Uber take me to muthafuckin' man
Pick up my fuckin'
I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox
Thats I play, Game nigga
Pull the Lambo in Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme that corner in the back
Let me get that chicken
cornbread come out first, smokin'
Real shit, Compton