Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buck the world, meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fightin' shit might 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 something out the seams a my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to come ya

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

Lord please, my enemies
(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)
'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'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
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 time to run for
I kept the word, things could happen to
it was helter skelter

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

I'm prayin' tears in my eyes
'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal without dyin'
But they eyein' my account with beams on my rover
The failed to launch his attack
(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 ready to
(No)

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