Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the out of haters
Got tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit pushed like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's there dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a dog
If pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here 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 come through in the new GS two, three tecs
Got Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the yet
have that glock stuffed tonight
I'm comin through with Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

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

[The
Lace tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? Then it's probably the
Can't breathe it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the blood drain, he ain't survivin 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
niggaz get grimy 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 Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept 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 your whereabouts and we right
Me and have you left 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 niggaz out in Jersey, that'll yo' ass
for a long if you ever fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog between the and the fraud
We your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game heat, c'mon