Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

Game be focused upon, game
If you ain't got game you ain't got
(What you say)
If you got game you ain't got nathin', game
(Then it)

A nigga spent his quadruple of cash
Hopin' that the wouldn't crash
Out the task while teachin' they ass
Bouts the other side of the

Uh, I spits the truth from the untold
See 340 in ya pager, the code
Hit me back 'cause you know busy off the hook
Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too

Drug instances, chances
Circumstances, ass live enhancements
Keep on mashin' though, don't
Game related, comin' from the click

Now that I made the major
Pushin' big
Niggas from my ain't tryin' to see me
I up too fast for them punks hoes

Now fools wants to kick in my door
Bringin' the change if you think that you can fuck with this
Bam, to the dome bitch
Motherfuckers hate to see a true flamboast
in more net than gross

They to kick in my spot, boom get chopped
They wanna take me for what I got, boom get
wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped
But I'm up on plot, boom get chopped

Bitch, evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench
Gotta a couple screws loose the Grinch
Problem child ain't got no problem disposin'
me temper, lose me cool but on the same token

He gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'
You failized I have ya whole family and taken
Paper hatin' haters get put in they
Crevice baggers get smacked in the face

Niggas from the side of town be talkin' big shit
Actin' like they fuck with my click
But the shit changed fuck the rap game
Hill side on a mission to proclaim

My motherfuckin' spot in
South side niggas jealous, they doubt me
Punk niggas for a reason
off a rucus to start the funk season

They to kick in my spot, boom get chopped
They wanna take me for what I got, get chopped
They wants to strike through my block, get chopped
But I'm up on they plot, get chopped

I fucks ya, ya bitch
Nigga get rich, fool don't you know the click
Be the hundred SL's a nigga straight smash
One thousand in cash

the leader, trip on how this thing gets deeper
The more I teach 'em the I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy kill me
But what they don't know is, I fly cerebral like a frisbee

Fuck 'em and 'em, pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em
Stuck 'em and read 'em, find out where they and sleep 'em
You pearl tongues to stop workin' for the cops
Rot heads don't get no props,