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

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

My man doughs 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
Well I guess I'm ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get there an' me where you at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we
With fifty a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts ouncin', G and P bouncin'
This is how we do, we is the 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 head we blow
46 balls a an each got an O
In the trunk punk, we bouncin' to Jamaica Queens
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 black we be

Smokin' blunts by the
Ghetto is chill
Stop back the first bit boys for gas an a
Now everybody's lookin' at the niggas New York
Field jackets on an they peep as we
I say to pretty Lou look a rolla doughs hat
I one of them 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 destination 1 O' on the dot
Went to check out the spot, it's next to a lot
We out the car we got the whole town starin'
At the New York City plates an the tough we wearin'
I guess it all that we came to cause racket
My niggas in the ack an got a field jacket

A week down the we got shit on the ball
Every single day we fresh in the mall
Troopin' we got the car wash movin'
We gettin' our connects from a Cuban Rubin
Hangin' outta state, po is a peasant
Livin' in the park but in the park it 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