Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

Better get it the gettin' is good
Get it you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my '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 behind to blow up
Will he style like 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 the smile again
Some try to assault Dre, it's cavi
I'm eatin' steak they struggle to break the slave mentality

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

please, murda 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, murda my
(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' 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' is real things that 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 skelter

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

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

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