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 got nathin', game
(Then it)

A nigga spent his last of cash
Hopin' that the plane crash
Out smarted the task while teachin' ass
Bouts the side of the grass

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

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

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

Now them fools wants to in my door
Bringin' over the change if you think that you can fuck this
Bam, to the dome 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 to strike through my block, boom get chopped
But I'm up on they plot, boom get

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

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

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

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

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

Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets
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 cerebral cortex a frisbee

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