Luyện nghe bài hát D-Game (Remix)

What's up playa? You slick with that
Hundred G chain the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the
For I show your ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click blow
click blow, blow click click blow
Click blow, blow that's my style

1:]
Popping wit take it straight to guns
Or we could keep it corporate give up block and run
Too much paper here to try and count my
Over here cross me our hollow wall is
For our haters on the streets tryin to my blow
If you've the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a two 0's
If you counting by the whips than it's different flows
I'm luva, with the diamonds and broads
Too luva, with the cocaine and cars
And I hop in, it's my option
To shift the quit tryin to get in the dash

What's up playa? You looking slick that
Hundred G chain the bracelet to match
Check this out here lay on the ground
For I your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click blow, blow click click blow,
Click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click blow
Click click blow, blow my style

2:]
Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag
You come short, I'm a bust head BABY
They name a man whodi
Yeah me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3
Give me an ounce and I'ma it to a brick figga
You got my scratch, if you you a trick figga
Hit the pen, you gonna be a misfigga
So here's a glock for your chest I mean tits trigga

Imagine, all the in the projects smeared with cocaine
I be the young soldier in this rap game
All my money in armor trucks
More cars, more houses, more freaks to
You wasn't work, I was local playa
I'm worldwide, you haters can't it you petrified
Then let me lose after I reveal with p
It's no limit I die y'all can't get with me

What's up playa? You looking slick that
Hundred G chain the bracelet to match
this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, click click blow
click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, that's my style

3:]
I don't like but ha that's no shy logic
Don't like stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the
Walk my rott off the leash right off the
shit I'ma big spinner so I don't really talk to much
Got guns, really big ones, rap softens us up
See I my fans but I don't love them haters
I don't really like the fame dog
But I show love to paper
I want something cause I love the dough
talk shit, Shaq's out
Leave looking like Mugsy Bogues
Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow
Not the that's gonna floss
But I gonna hide it though
Learn the game my big brother
C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well..C-E-O
We the type dog, go to sleep, up and ball
You know up what us
Now what's up with y'all,

What's up playa? You looking slick that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to
Check out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click blow,
click blow, blow click click blow
Click blow, blow click click blow
click blow, blow that's my style