Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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

[Chorus 2X: The
American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Envy, all my dough
It's a coast knot, watch, let it bang out
range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

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

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, 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 about whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left there
N-O-B-L-E,
We with ease, and I double 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 fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog 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 ain't the streets
Young and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon