Luyện nghe bài hát Da Game

Yo I needs dough, you needs dough, we dough so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs 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
Livin' dat, yo what's up
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my
No jobs they claim I'm in the drug game
I need some in a hurry
I'm singin' my baby boy Troy he'll be two next
I'm in the crib with my man my Van Dam
An were of an outta state plan peep it

My man rolla doughs flyin' up on
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 brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts 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 balls a piece an got an O
In the trunk punk, we bouncin' to Queens funk
An' inside the blunt 121
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 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 from New
Field jackets on an they as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a rolla hat
I want one of them 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 shit we wearin'
I guess it all seems that we to cause racket
My niggas in the ack an got a field jacket

A week down the line we got shit on the
Every single day we gettin' fresh in the
Troopin' we got the car wash movin'
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