Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

A nigga spent his last quadruple of
Hopin' that the wouldn't crash
Out smarted the while teachin' they ass
Bouts the side of the grass

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

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

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

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

They to kick in my spot, boom get chopped
wanna 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, boom get

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

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

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

My motherfuckin' in society
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, get chopped
wanna 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, boom get

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

Follow the leader, on how this thing gets deeper
The more I 'em the dumber I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot tardy niggas kill me
But what they don't know is, I fly cerebral 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 workin' for the cops
Rot heads get no props, beotch