Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

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

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

Drug instances, chances
Circumstances, gigantic ass enhancements
Keep on though, don't quit
Game related, comin' from the fuckin'

Now that I made the leagues
big KI's
Niggas from my block tryin' to see me
I up too fast for them punks hoes

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

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

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

He ain't bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'
You failized I have ya whole family and taken
Paper hatin' haters get put in place
Crevice achin' get smacked in the face

Niggas from the other side of town be big shit
Actin' like they wanna fuck my click
But the shit ain't changed the rap game
Hill side on a mission to proclaim

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

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

I with ya, ya bitch
Nigga get rich, fool don't you this the click
Be the hundred what a nigga straight smash
One thousand in cash

Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets
The more I teach 'em the I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot tardy niggas kill me
But what they know is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee

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