Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

Game be focused upon, game
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
Hopin' the plane wouldn't crash
Out smarted the task while they ass
the other side of the grass

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

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

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

Now fools wants to kick in my door
Bringin' the change if you think that you can fuck with this
Bam, pops to the bitch
Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga
in more 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 strike through my block, get chopped
But I'm up on plot, boom get chopped

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

He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40
You failized I have ya whole family and taken
Paper hatin' get put in they place
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 to proclaim

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

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

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

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