Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, up with these niggaz out here
Mad at us we on top
I love to see 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 yours

[Dr.

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

[Chorus: Ice

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

Buck the whole
meant that, gotta stay
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fist shit 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 this
little 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 they
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody dies
there aint no escapin the Reaper so try
Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just invaded by true soldiers
31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

Smokin I never trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was money, Gs
but these are the real playas do
shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, things happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin pages
Fadin, in and out, takin hazes
The dazes, in the last stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns
Im prayin with tears in my
Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace dyin
But they eyein my bank account beams on my rover
the failed to launch his attack (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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