Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

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

My man rolla flyin' up on Friday
He's buyin' a half an back on the highway
Now Friday comes moms is beefin' I'm cursin'
She smells cheeb on me I'ma different person
Well I I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get there an' tell me you at
All Ma, I checked out all my niggas then 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

in the head we gonna blow
46 a piece an each got an O
In the trunk punk, we to Jamaica Queens funk
An' inside the blunt 121
We're for the belly an' we're enterin' the mouth
My in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that look right but listen black we be aiight

Smokin' blunts by the
Ghetto champagne is
Stop back the first bit 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 a rolla doughs hat
I want one of them shits by the time I gets
We got the gas ate a on the road once again
Taliq's on the 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 town starin'
At the New York City an the tough shit we wearin'
I it all seems that we came to cause racket
My in the ack an each got a field jacket

A week the line we got shit on the ball
Every single day we fresh in the mall
Troopin' plus we got the car wash
We gettin' our connects from a Cuban named
outta 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