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 you ain't got nathin', game
(Then it)

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

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

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

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

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

They to kick in my spot, boom get chopped
They wanna take me for what I got, get chopped
wants to strike 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 got no problem with disposin'
Lose me temper, me cool but on the same token

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

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

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

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

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

Follow the leader, trip on how this gets deeper
The I teach 'em the dumber I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey these 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, find out where they snooze and 'em
You pearl tongues need to stop for the cops
Rot heads get no props, beotch