Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

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

Put on my cap
Don't know to rap about the gettin' outta state trap
Livin' dat, yo what's up
Well its my third day and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm 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 crib my man my nigga Van Dam
An were of an outta state plan peep it

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

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 an each got an O
In the trunk punk, we to Jamaica Queens funk
An' the blunt 121 skunk
We're headed for the belly an' we're the mouth
My in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't look right but listen we be aiight

Smokin' by the boxes
Ghetto is chill
Stop the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's at the niggas from New York
Field jackets on an they peep as we
I say to Lou well look a rolla doughs hat
I want one of shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the road 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 next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole town
At the New York plates an the tough shit we wearin'
I guess it all seems that we came to cause
My niggas in the ack an each got a field

A down the line we got shit on the ball
single day we gettin' fresh in the mall
Troopin' we got the car wash movin'
We gettin' our connects a Cuban named Rubin
Hangin' outta state, po 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