Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This ain't no man
A lot of people look from the outside in
Thinking it's easy man
You know I'm saying, not realizing we work too
You know what I mean, we everyday hard
our hands dirty just like y'all
But think y'all better

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
While you in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they
Bitch made cats, find em you at
Your man in you face will you in the back
a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You your life, you gotta love it
Six double o, used to whip a
Left the strip niggaz like five seven tips
of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got
Left the rich
but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a out whip
Why not
Devilish, your ain't shit
Mad at this, gentle wrist

(chorus: maze)

It's not a nigga
Me in and move out
Most try to follow the route
But they can't see we see
Thugged out wherever we be
M-a-z-e, n.o.r.e.,

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit that I'm about and shit
Same that you fucking wit
Fucking wit them that you don't fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
of them are part of the crew
Can't side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go road
If that's your click, I suggest you stay wit them yo
While say up to make up
I say stick God until y'all cake up
Bitches meet me at the plaza
On period, it don't matter
I'm in the something serious
It ain't a game god, yo it was
I get super high, while niggaz get a buzz
My that I use to sit and chill wit
Now only family I like to deal wit
I like to build wit
Get high, steal wit
So do this, all my niggaz run through this

(chorus)

(maze)

The attitudes the cay in
To snakes in the way
A getting paid playing on my days in
I to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting lost in a
My pen pages reflect
Why steps from his h on, shades the grave
Golden braids hang my physical
scare me
Move mystical enchanting branson at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the scene in a
But seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the in my hand
We're in your like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is
Sinister style, thugged out, sending you foul

(chorus)