Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

I'm seeing millions, niggaz understand
Know what? I'm moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style this everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray in the mix like Alezay

V.I.P., my parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the again
Some try to assault Dre, still cavi
I'm steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality

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

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

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

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

Buck the whole world, meant that, gotta stay
'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they
fist fightin' shit might come down to dyin'
When the comes down for the tryin' I got nine

why niggaz shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi little out the seams a my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to clown ya

I down ya, so let your know what they face
With the type of that'll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom and dies outside
There ain't no the Reaper so don't try

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

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

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

(I've got all my to live, plus with all my love to give)
Smokin' weed I 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 that the do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick, it's to run for shelter
I the word, things could happen to marks
it was helter skelter

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

I'm prayin' with in my eyes
'Cuz I'm to make it into eternal peace without dyin'
But eyein' 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 make mo
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)

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