Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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

2X: The Game]
Getting Money 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

Game]
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we odds in Vegas
You can't ball? Then it's the haters
Can't then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry he hit, the more pain
the more drain, he ain't survivin shit
And niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, die for this
The the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get 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 King
Comin hard, Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, we can bang out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right
Me and Game have you right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I my cheese
I got out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin with
It's a line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers the streets
Young and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon