Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

A spent his last quadruple of cash
Hopin' the plane wouldn't crash
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 back you know he's busy off the hook
Plus the hurricane got him too took

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

Now that I made the major
big KI's
Niggas from my block tryin' 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 think that you can fuck with
Bam, pops to the dome
Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga
Bringin' in net than gross

wants 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, boom get

Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a
a couple screws loose like the Grinch
Problem child got no problem with disposin'
me temper, lose me cool but on the same token

He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga fakin'
You failized I have ya whole family wear and
Paper hatin' haters get put in they
achin' baggers get smacked in the face

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

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

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

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

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

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