Luyện nghe bài hát Game Krossed

[Mr. *Talkin*
Ay you got your tape?

*Talkin*
Let's do shit

[Mr. *Talkin*
you got the guage

[Snapper]
Capone-E, ride da de da da

[Chorus 1: [Snapper]
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [From the of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]
SouthSide

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

[Mr.
up like a G, fuck my enemies
Straight from the streets
Fuck you, and peace
I got my soldiers at ease, from the SurSide
You're gonna get what you're get
you got nothin to gain
You can't fuck wit these Gangsta Bergade
Now tel mel, who's your mothafuckin
Straight gangsta mobbin,

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

[Lil
I'm another SouthSide Academist, pharmacist,
World's most dangerous, you like a terrorist
Yeah, you hostage for ransom
And if you wanna act up I'll do you Manson
Charles, with no fuckin
Leave tongue on your lap straight chrippin like a squirell
Now your heart starts to
Lil mothafucka and we don't stop

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

[Chorus 3: Fingaz [Mr.
Do you mob wit Gs [2 or 3 mothafuckas]
SouthSide Academy 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 tell you, we take no shit
a posse, can't fuck wit my gangsta poparatzi
We keep straight convict kamakazi
Through your hood, get strap, get your bat
Mothafuckas get gat

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

It's the town wit the Gs
Look here leva, you can't 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 it get's jacked
war path, matter last, born or bash
Outkast, 1st class, whip lash, bath
And that's that, so Lil homeboy
Tell em you at

[Lil
I'm in a of a G
packin a heat
Puttin it straight on the concrete
SGV style, never smile, ghetto
Lil D, fuck my enemies, SouthSide
Reality hits, when we drop this
SouthSide Connection straight hit
Now dip mothafucka, and see you in a casket
Just another scandleous gangsta from the

[Chorus 4: [Mr. Capone-E]
Do you mob wit Gs [2 or 3 mothafuckas]
SouthSide Academy [From the school of Knocks mothafuckas]