Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reasons why niggaz step in my face
With the nonsense, I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi something out the seams a my trousers
With no I got a team to come clown ya

I ya, so let your people know what they face
the type of individual that'll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom and everybody dies
There no escapin' the Reaper so don't try

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

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

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(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 these are the things playas do

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

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

I'm prayin' with tears in my
I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin'
But they eyein' my account with beams on my rover
The killa failed to launch his
(The is over)

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

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