Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

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

I'm seeing millions, don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash plans to blow up
Will he like this everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like

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

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

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

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)

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)

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

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

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

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

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)

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

(I've got all my life to live, with all my love to give)
Smokin' weed I trail, I lead
Spendin' dough, tripped the of a ride
Like it was money, Gs
But these are the things real do

Talkin' shit is real things the hatas do
I'm namin' you, thick, it's time to run for shelter
I the word, things could happen to marks
it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin' pages
Fadin', in and out, takin' purple
The dazes, in the last 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 killa failed to launch his
(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)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And Lord please let me mo cheese
'Cuz I quite ready to leave
(No)