Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

A nigga his last quadruple of cash
that the plane wouldn't crash
Out the task while teachin' they ass
Bouts the other of the grass

Uh, I spits the from the soil untold
See 340 in ya pager, that's the
Hit me back you know he's busy off the hook
the hurricane ethyl got him too took

Drug instances, chances
Circumstances, gigantic ass enhancements
Keep on mashin' though, quit
related, comin' from the fuckin' click

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

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

They wants to in my spot, boom get chopped
They wanna me for what I got, boom get chopped
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 like the Grinch
Problem child ain't got no problem with
Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same

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

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

My spot in society
side niggas just jealous, they doubt me
Punk lookin' for a reason
Kick off a rucus to start the funk

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 you know this the click
Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight
One thousand in cash

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

Fuck 'em and feed 'em, pistol whip ass and bleed 'em
Stuck 'em and 'em, find out where they snooze and sleep 'em
You pearl tongues to stop workin' for the cops
Rot heads get no props, beotch