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 hustle you
Get yours, get yours

I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't
Know what? I'm makin' moves, cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style like this I parlay
Sip Henne and stay in the mix like Alezay

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

I livin' 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 these clowns on 60 inches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear diary, I'm runnin' pages
Fadin', in and out, takin' purple
The dazes, in the last stages
Red skys institute, the horns playin'

I'm with tears in my eyes
'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace dyin'
But they eyein' my account with beams on my rover
The killa failed to his attack
(The is over)

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

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