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 spent his last quadruple of cash
Hopin' the plane wouldn't crash
Out smarted the task teachin' they ass
Bouts the 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 he's busy off the hook
the hurricane ethyl got him too took

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, boom get

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 deeper
The more I teach 'em the I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these niggas kill me
But what they don't is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee

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