Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

Yo I dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
I dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we dough so yo
I dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo

Put on my cap
know to rap about the niggas gettin' outta state trap
Livin' dat, yo what's up
its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the game
I need some in a hurry
I'm my baby boy Troy he'll be two next February
I'm in the with my man my nigga Van Dam
An thinkin' of an outta state plan peep it

My man rolla doughs flyin' up on
He's buyin' a half an bouncin' back on the
Now Friday comes is beefin' 'cause I'm cursin'
She smells on me I'ma whole different person
I guess I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get an' tell me where you at
All Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts ouncin', G and P bouncin'
This is how we do, we is the Lost crew

We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the

in the head we gonna blow
46 balls a an each got an O
In the trunk punk, we bouncin' to Jamaica Queens
An' inside the blunt 121
We're headed for the belly an' we're the mouth
My niggas in the hat an yo we headed south
Now that don't right but listen black we be aiight

Smokin' blunts by the
Ghetto champagne is
Stop the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's lookin' at the niggas from New
jackets on an they peep as we talk
I say to pretty Lou look a rolla doughs hat
I one of them shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the once again
Taliq's on the blunt G an' P's on the

We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the

Now we reached the destination 1 O' on the dot
Went to check out the spot, it's right to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole town
At the New York City plates an the tough we wearin'
I guess it all seems that we came to racket
My niggas in the ack an each got a jacket

A week the line we got shit on the ball
Every single day we gettin' fresh in the
plus we got the car wash movin'
We gettin' our connects from a Cuban named
Hangin' outta state, po is a peasant
Livin' in the but in the park it ain't so present

We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the
We in the game, the bitches, the