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 I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style like this everyday I
Sip Henne and stay in the mix like Alezay

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reasons why shouldn't step in my face
the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste 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 people know they face
With the type of that'll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom and dies outside
ain't no escapin' the Reaper so don't try

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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