Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont
know what? Im makin moves, puttin behind plans
to blow up, will he style this
everyday I parlay, sip and Tanqueray
in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the prowl again to get honies with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the mentality
I livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and 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 sessions
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 deck

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the whole
meant that, gotta stay
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry gats
fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
When the time down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi little something out the seams a my
no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people what they face
the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and dies 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 been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

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)

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

[Dr.

weed 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
talkin shit is things that the hatas do
I'm you
thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was skelter

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

[Chorus: Ice

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