Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, flood or the shit out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get your shit pushed like Jada's CD
I'll put your on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's right dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a dog
If it's pussy, I share it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, Nike Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, wanna know
if 22's on the truck, give me yet
But I through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the yet
Better have that stuffed tonight
I'm through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block tonight

2X: The Game]
Getting American Easy, all I know
The All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta

[The
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in
You can't ball? Then probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the more blood drain, he survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't ride for shit, they know
if they through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for
The Game the reason all these on that "Cali Love" shit
niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser bullets out your jaw
Turn your trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that shit hot
to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right
Me and Game have you left right
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I double my
I got niggaz out in Compton that'll yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, hide yo' ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin mine
It's a thin dog between the real and the fraud
We your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the
Young Noble and the homey Game heat, c'mon