Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

I'm millions, niggaz don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash plans to blow up
he style like this everyday I parlay
Sip and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay

V.I.P., my shit parked
On the prowl again to get honies with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre, it's cavi
I'm eatin' while they struggle to break the slave mentality

I givin' livin' definition as my hearts tickin'
I fought and the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented, on the box
And let my son watch these clowns on 60 inches

I push a rover, shit platinum before the over
Rap master with the Houston holder
These best to get they shit in check
I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a full

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

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't ready to leave
(No)

Buck the whole world, meant that, gotta 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 shouldn't in my face
the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi something out the seams a my trousers
no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya

I down ya, so let people know what they face
With the type of individual that'll bomb a
Kaboom and dies outside
There ain't no escapin' the Reaper so try

Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
31st, 96
(The is over)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't ready to leave
(No)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord please let me make mo
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(No)

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my to give)
weed I never trail, I lead
Spendin' dough, the cost of a ride
it was pocket money, Gs
But these are the real playas do

Talkin' shit is real things the hatas do
I'm you, shit's thick, it's time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to
Like it was skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin' pages
Fadin', in and out, purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last
Red skys institute, the silent horns

I'm with tears in my eyes
'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal without dyin'
But they my bank account with beams on my rover
The killa failed to his attack
(The is over)

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord please let me mo cheese
I ain't quite ready to leave
(No)

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
'em at a thousand degrees
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)