Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, or clock the shit out of haters
Got tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit pushed back Jada's CD
put your 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 it's pussy, I might it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Airs on
check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, three
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin the new G. Dep
to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that glock tonight
I'm comin with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

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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 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 give a dog, bullets is hot
And nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
the more drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, know
if came through 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 dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin out your jaw
your round 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 with a cop
fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest out, homey we can bang out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn about your and we right there
Me and Game have you right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I double my
I got out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, 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 your squad, my still in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat,