Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

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

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

Lord please, murda my (Yeah)
Burn em at a degrees
And lord please let me 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 cost of a like it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the things playas do
talkin is real things that the hatas do
I'm you
shit's thick, its to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin purple
The dazes, Revelations in the last
Red skys institute, the silent horns
Im prayin with tears in my
Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without
But they eyein my bank with 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 lord please let me mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to (No)