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 needs dough, you needs dough, we 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 day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they I'm back in the drug game
I some money in a hurry
I'm singin' my boy Troy he'll be two next February
I'm in the crib with my man my Van Dam
An were thinkin' of an outta state peep it

My man rolla flyin' up on Friday
He's a half an bouncin' back on the highway
Now Friday comes moms is 'cause I'm cursin'
She smells cheeb on me whole different person
I guess 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 then we
With fifty balls a piece a piece for unleaded
Smokin' forty 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

Dreams in the we gonna blow
46 balls a piece an got an O
In the trunk punk, we bouncin' to Queens funk
An' the blunt 121 skunk
We're for the belly an' we're enterin' the mouth
My niggas in the hat black an yo we headed
Now that don't look right but listen black we be

Smokin' blunts by the
Ghetto is chill
back the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's lookin' at the niggas New York
Field jackets on an they as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a rolla hat
I one of them shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a on the road 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 the destination 1 O' clock on the dot
Went to out the spot, it's right next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole starin'
At the New York City an the tough shit we wearin'
I guess it all seems we came to cause racket
My niggas in the ack an each got a jacket

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

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