Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with these out here
Mad at us we on top
I to see niggaz gettin money
Better get it the gettin is good
Get it you can, man
And stop hatin me, fuckin my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get baby

[Dr.

I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont
know what? Im makin moves, puttin behind plans
to blow up, will he like this
I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the prowl to get honies familiar with the smile again
try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and the world listen
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit platinum before the over
rap master with the Houston holder
these playas to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no with a full deck

[Chorus: Ice

Lord please, my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to (No)

Buck the world
meant that, gotta stay
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they
Super fist fightin shit come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got
reasons why niggaz shouldnt in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi something out the seams a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a team to clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know what face
with the type of individual bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
there no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin on the a death
Check yo self, you been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

[Chorus: Ice

please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a degrees
And please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to (No)

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my to give)

[Dr.

Smokin weed I trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the things real do
shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, could happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin outta
Fadin, in and out, takin hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns
Im prayin tears in my eyes
Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without
But they eyein my bank account beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his attack (the is over)

[Chorus: Ice

Lord please, my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a degrees
And please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to (No)