Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

Game must be focused upon,
If you ain't got game you ain't got
(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 smarted the task while they ass
Bouts the side of the grass

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

Drug instances, penitentiary
Circumstances, ass live enhancements
Keep on though, don't quit
related, comin' from the fuckin' click

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

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

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

Bitch, feelin' evil Knievel lookin' 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 same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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