Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with 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 with my shit cuz I got more 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 this
I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave
I givin livin long as my hearts tickin
I fought and the world listen
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit platinum the sessions over
rap master with the Houston holder
these best to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin a full deck

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the world
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry gats
Super fist fightin shit might down to dyin
When the time comes down for the I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my
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 come ya
I down ya, so let your know what they face
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, bleedin on the a death
yo self, you just 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 mo cheese
Cuz I quite ready to leave (No)

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

[Dr.

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

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