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
get it while the gettin 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, dont understand
know what? Im moves, puttin cash behind plans
to blow up, will he like 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 familiar with the smile
some try to Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to the slave mentality
I givin livin definition as my hearts tickin
I and made 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 before the sessions
rap master the Houston heat holder
these best to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin a full deck

[Chorus: Ice

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

Buck the world
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry gats
Super fist shit might come down to dyin
When the time comes for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi something out the seams a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a team to clown ya
I down ya, so let people know what they face
with the type of individual bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and dies outside
there aint no escapin the so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a
Check yo self, you just been by true soldiers
31st, 96 (the game 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 ready to (No)

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

[Dr.

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

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