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 niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get your shit pushed back Jada's CD
I'll put brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, right there dog
And the Game 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, Nike Airs on
Gucci check, sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, me coochie yet
But I come in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Shakin like 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 Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A bust tonight

2X: The Game]
Getting American Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my
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 Then it's probably the haters
breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz gon' ride for shit, they know
if came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these 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 pullin 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 on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, 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 with ease, and I my cheese
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 ever with mine
It's a line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the
You the type of motherfucker next to the God
The is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon