Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

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

V.I.P., my shit valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
try to assault Dre, it's still cavi
I'm 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 watch these studio on 60 inches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And Lord let me make 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
dough, tripped the cost of a ride
Like it was money, Gs
But these are the things real do

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

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

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

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

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