Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with these out here
Mad at us we on top
I love to see niggaz money
get it while the gettin 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, dont understand
know what? Im makin moves, cash behind plans
to blow up, will he like this
everyday I parlay, sip and Tanqueray
stay in the mix like
V.I.P., my shit parked
on the prowl again to get familiar with 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 and made the world listen
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these clowns on 60 inches
I a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
rap master the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin 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
Super fist fightin shit might down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my
the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi something out the seams a my trousers
with no I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let people know what they face
with the type of individual thatll bomb a
Kaboom! and everybody dies
there no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the to step?
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the 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)

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

[Dr.

Smokin weed I trail, I lead
dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
but are the things real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was skelter

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

[Chorus: Ice

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