Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

Yo I dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
I needs dough, you 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 up black?
Well its my third day home and not a to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug
I need money in a hurry
I'm singin' my baby boy he'll be two next February
I'm in the crib my man my nigga Van Dam
An were thinkin' of an outta plan peep it

My man rolla flyin' up on Friday
He's a half an bouncin' back on the highway
Now Friday moms is beefin' 'cause I'm cursin'
She cheeb on me I'ma whole different person
Well I I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now me when ya get there an' tell me where you at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for
Smokin' forty ouncin', G and P bouncin'
is how we do, we is the Lost Boyz 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

Dreams in the we gonna blow
46 a piece an each got an O
In the punk, we bouncin' to Jamaica Queens funk
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 look right but black we be aiight

Smokin' by the boxes
champagne is chill
Stop back the first bit for gas an a meal
Now everybody's at the niggas from New York
Field jackets on an peep as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a doughs hat
I want one of them shits by the I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the once again
on the blunt G an' P's on the henn

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 the destination 1 O' clock on the dot
Went to check out the spot, it's next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole starin'
At the New York City plates an the shit we wearin'
I it all seems that we came to cause racket
My in the ack an each got a field jacket

A down the line we got shit on the ball
single day we gettin' fresh in the mall
Troopin' plus we got the car wash
We our connects from a Cuban named Rubin
outta state, po nine is a peasant
Livin' in the park but in the 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