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

[Dr.

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

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the world
meant that, stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry gats
Super fist fightin shit might come to dyin
When the time comes down for the I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt in my face
the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the 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 type of thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to
Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a
Check yo self, you just invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

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

Dear diary, I'm outta 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 account with beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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