Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like
Get shit pushed 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 behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right dog
I'm on the block, white Nike on
check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, give me yet
But I through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but seen the movie yet
Better have that glock stuffed
I'm comin through with Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block tonight

2X: The Game]
Getting American Money Easy, all I
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta

[The
Lace your tips, your gators, we like odds in Vegas
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 more
the more drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they
if they came everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for
The Game the all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of 6
Fuck you up like one do
And I y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King 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 at them niggaz, that kept 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 your whereabouts and we right there
Me and have you left right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll yo' ass
for a long time if you ever with mine
It's a thin line dog between the real and the
We killin your squad, my homeboy in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin to the God
The is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon