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

[Dr.

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

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

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

Dear diary, I'm runnin pages
Fadin, in and out, purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns
Im prayin with tears in my
Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without
But they eyein my bank account with beams on my
the killa to launch his attack (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 ready to (No)