Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

Game must be focused upon,
If you ain't got 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' that the plane wouldn't
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
Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My motherfuckin' in society
South side niggas just jealous, they me
Punk lookin' for a reason
Kick off a rucus to start the season

They to kick in my spot, boom get chopped
They take me for what I got, boom get chopped
wants to strike through my block, boom 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 what a nigga straight smash
One hundred thousand in

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

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