Luyện nghe bài hát Games We Play

[chubb
All attention to all of the, swigs
Whether you studio switch or you're, a gig
Yes! I to all the known known factors
Where you slave to the rhythm of the masters
I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a
Whether you hit or you go strictly dyke
Dick van, no drugs I snort dristan
And I to the sister, and yes I can can
A, gangsta get funky like a latrine and
Lyrics deep into the +roots+ like ben vereen
Rockin, the apple, since the mayor (? )
I smacked platinum, or hit gold watch
I'll achieve, notoriety like (? )
Squad squeeze, but they can with the breeze
But hey, - you don't know my way
are the games we play..

Hey, hey, hey (hey hey)
These are the we play
"i don't know what to say" -> biggie smalls

[chubb
Journalists shit, that gets me kind of pissed
No real award to the, funkiest hits and
Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it
Esophagus bulge, specific and centrific
Get a dollar, if I sell more than the abba
The source critics still want to diss my yabba,
The pulse revived the crash crew
If I'm rockin, on the eww
Why they, can't downgrade but if try
I rock from brooklyn to that
I, my temper, I starts to boil
The (? ? ) but happy the heads stayed loyal
The groove the ground from the maker of "get down"
love and all that shit plus five pound
Buy hey, parlay - you don't my way
These are the we play..

[chubb
Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the
The flow is fly plus extra napkins
And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush without my
And look as they squint then I push up the throttle
I, meet this to eat i, leave this to beavis
If I smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis
Oooh, I had to go and rip your crew
With freeze love ran butt rub and blue ooh
- dippi dip on you
With all my niggaz and squads and the, jew
Ar-tistic it start the trend to the phonics
And, all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics
Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit
Whether you're east west bass blood or crip
But hey, hey, you don't my way
are the games we play..

- 4x