Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

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

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the whole
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 I got nine
reasons why niggaz step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
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 what they face
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
there aint no the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Dr.

Smokin weed I never trail, I
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was money, Gs
but are the things real playas do
shit 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 runnin pages
Fadin, in and out, takin hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last
Red skys institute, the horns playin
Im prayin with in my eyes
Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without
But they eyein my bank account with on my rover
the killa failed to his attack (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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