Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big
you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous have em speaking in tongues
Headed for slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, find em you at
Your man in you will stab you in the back
a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You live your life, you love it
Six o, used to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my to my wrists
Long with the on my fists
hating me, cause I got chips
Left the rich
but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out
Why not
Devilish, crabs ain't shit
Mad at this, certain wrist

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that shit that I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats that you fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of them are part of the
Can't side (true)
I know, I don't like to go that road
If that's your click, I suggest you stay wit them yo
say break up to make up
I say stick together God until cake up
Bitches meet me at the plaza
On period, it don't matter
I'm in the head serious
It a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while niggaz get a buzz
My associates I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only I like to deal wit
That I like to wit
Get high, steal wit
So let's do this, all my niggaz run through

(chorus)

(maze)

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

(chorus)