Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

I'm seeing millions, niggaz understand
know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind
to up, will he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip and Tanqueray
in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still
Im eatin steak while struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin definition long as my tickin
I fought and made the listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre
turn on the box and let my son watch studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit before the sessions over
rap with the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

Lord please, my enemies (Yeah)
em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo
Cuz I aint ready to leave (No)

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

[Dr.

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

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

Ice Cube]

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