Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

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

Put on my cap
Don't know to rap about the niggas gettin' state trap
dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a to my name
No they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need money in a hurry
I'm singin' my baby boy Troy he'll be two February
I'm in the crib with my man my Van Dam
An were thinkin' of an outta state peep it

My man doughs flyin' up on Friday
buyin' a half an bouncin' back on the highway
Now Friday moms 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 there an' tell me you at
All right Ma, I out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
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 head we gonna
46 balls a piece an got an O
In the trunk punk, we to Jamaica Queens funk
An' inside the blunt 121
headed for the belly an' we're enterin' the mouth
My in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't right but listen black we be aiight

Smokin' blunts by the
Ghetto champagne is
back the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's at the niggas from New York
Field on an they peep as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a doughs hat
I want one of shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a on the road 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 reached the 1 O' clock 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 it all seems that we came to cause racket
My in the ack an each got a field jacket

A week down the line we got on the ball
Every single day we gettin' in the mall
Troopin' plus we got the car movin'
We gettin' our connects from a Cuban Rubin
Hangin' state, po nine 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