Luyện nghe bài hát Game Krossed

[Mr. Capone-E]
Ay you got your tape?

[Dreamer]
Let's do shit

[Mr. Capone-E]
Snapper you got the

*Talkin*
Capone-E, ride da de da da

[Chorus 1: Fingaz
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [From the school of Hard Knocks
Academy

[Mr.
I'm from the Academy of Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them
Pop, my heater, for concussion
Destruction, the sequel of Criminals
On war paths, aftermath, combat, platinum tracks, rap rat-ta-tat-tat
strappin like that, so back the fuck up cause Capone's gonna bust

[Mr.
Locked up like a G, fuck my
Straight parole the streets
Fuck you, and fuck
I got my soldiers at ease, the SurSide Academy
gonna get what you're gonna get
Mothafucka you got to gain
You can't wit these same Gangsta Bergade
Now tel mel, who's mothafuckin problem
gangsta mobbin, SouthSide

[Chorus 2: Fingaz [Mr.
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [2 or 3
SouthSide [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]

[Lil
I'm SouthSide Academist, pharmacist, graduate
World's most dangerous, you like a terrorist
Yeah, keep you for ransom
And if you wanna act up I'll do you Manson
Charles, with no fuckin
your tongue on your lap straight chrippin like a squirell
Now your starts to clout
Lil Dreamer mothafucka and we stop

[Mr.
Ha ha ha, and the saga
Servin ya so check your menus
Sent you, a note with a threat
Negelect, this note, post up and get wet
Follow me, me, follow me to the depths of hell
Bailin out, killin devils, down church bells
In jails, all correctional
Mr. Capone-E a from the Academy

[Chorus 3: [Mr. Capone-E]
Do you mob wit Gs [2 or 3 mothafuckas]
SouthSide [From the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]

[Mr. *Talkin*
Now tell me, who some SGV shit
The sickest, realest group, Americaz most convicted outlaws
up Snapper

Let me you, we take no bull shit
Bring a posse, can't fuck wit my poparatzi
We keep bustin straight convict
Through your hood, get your strap, get bat
Mothafuckas get gat

[Mr.
It's that, G's like us run up in pad

It's the town wit the Gs
Look leva, you can't school me
Or the homie,

[Mr.
in the game, no shame
The same, derange, dementaly
We don't give a shit
Got and we pop em
And if you cross our path it get's
This war path, matter last, born or
Outkast, 1st class, whip lash, bath
And that, so Lil Dreamer homeboy
em where you at

[Lil
I'm in a of a G
Straight a heat
Puttin it down straight on the
SGV style, never smile, ghetto
Lil D, my enemies, SouthSide Academy
Reality hits, when we drop shit
SouthSide straight platinum hit
Now dip mothafucka, and see you in a casket
Just scandleous gangsta from the Academist

[Chorus 4: Fingaz [Mr.
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [2 or 3
SouthSide Academy the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]