Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

I'm millions, niggaz don't understand
Know what? I'm moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style 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
Some try to assault Dre, it's cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the mentality

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

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

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

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

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

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

Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
down, hit, bleedin' on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true
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 degrees
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't ready to leave
(No)

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

Talkin' shit is things that the hatas do
I'm you, shit's thick, it's time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to
Like it was helter

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

I'm prayin' with tears in my
'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)

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

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)