Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

A nigga his last quadruple of cash
Hopin' that the plane wouldn't
Out smarted the task while teachin' 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 back 'cause you know he's off the hook
Plus the hurricane got him too took

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

Now that I made the major
Pushin' big
Niggas from my block tryin' to see me
I came up too fast for them hoes

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

They wants to kick in my spot, get chopped
They take me for what I got, boom get chopped
They wants to strike 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 ain't got no problem with disposin'
Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same

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

Niggas from the other side of be talkin' big shit
Actin' 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
niggas lookin' for a reason
Kick off a rucus to start the season

They 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, get chopped

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

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

'em and feed 'em, pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em
Stuck 'em and 'em, find out where they snooze and sleep 'em
You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the
Rot heads get no props, beotch