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 money
Better get it while the is good
Get it you can, man
And stop hatin me, with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get baby

[Dr.

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

[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)

Buck the world
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
fist fightin shit might 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 little something out the a my trousers
with no I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people what they face
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and dies outside
there no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

Ice Cube]

Lord please, murda my (Yeah)
em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo
Cuz I aint quite to leave (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 real do
talkin shit is real things the hatas do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter

Dear diary, I'm runnin outta
Fadin, in and out, takin purple
The dazes, Revelations in the stages
Red skys institute, the silent playin
Im prayin with in my eyes
Cuz I'm to make it into eternal peace without dyin
But they 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 ready to (No)