Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

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

A nigga spent his last of cash
that the plane wouldn't crash
Out the task while teachin' they ass
Bouts the side of the grass

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

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

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

Now them fools to kick in my door
Bringin' over the change if you that you can fuck with this
Bam, pops to the bitch
Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga
Bringin' in net than gross

They wants to kick in my spot, 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' like Knievel lookin' for a wrench
Gotta a couple screws loose like the
Problem ain't got no problem with disposin'
me temper, lose me cool but on the same token

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

Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big
Actin' like they 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 just jealous, they doubt me
Punk niggas for a reason
Kick off a rucus to the funk season

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

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

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

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