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 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 valet
On the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
Some try to Dre, it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
'em at a thousand 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 ain't quite to leave
(No)

(I've got all my life to live, with all my love to give)
Smokin' weed I never trail, I
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 namin' you, shit's thick, time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could to marks
it was helter skelter

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

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

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

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