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

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

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

I push a rover, platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat
These playas best to get they shit in
I get my hustle on no playin' with a full deck

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

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

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

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

I down ya, so let your people what they face
With the of individual that'll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom and everybody dies
There ain't no 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 invaded by true
31st, 96
(The is over)

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

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord please let me make mo
'Cuz I ain't ready 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, tripped the of a ride
Like it was 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, could happen to marks
Like it was helter

diary, I'm runnin' outta pages
Fadin', in and out, takin' hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last
Red skys institute, the horns playin'

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

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord please let me make mo
'Cuz I ain't quite 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)