Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[19 second instrumental to

Game]
Live now, die later, or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get your shit pushed back Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on that TV
So you can see in 3D, it's right there dog
And the behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they know
if on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come 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 bust

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

[The
your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? it's 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 gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
the blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came everybody 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 get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one do
And I dare y'all to on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip 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
Next to 'Pac, I'm the thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
Learn about your and we right there
Me and Game you left right there
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, that'll yo' ass
for a long time if you fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog between the real and the
We killin your squad, my still in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat,