Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of look from the outside from in
Thinking that it's man
You know I'm saying, not realizing we work too
You know what I mean, we working everyday
Getting our hands 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
While you dealing in and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they
made cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you face stab you in the back
a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You live your life, you love it
Six double o, to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five tips
Hood of lose lips, my necklace to my wrists
Long with the on my fists
Niggaz me, cause I got chips
Left the hood
Nutin but diamond dis, head from a
In the of a thugged out whip
Why not
Devilish, your crabs shit
Mad at this, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit that I'm talking and shit
Same niggaz that you wit
Fucking wit them cats that you don't wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of are part of the crew
choose side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go that
If your click, I suggest that 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 crown
On they period, it matter
I'm in the head serious
It ain't a god, yo it never was
I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a
My that I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only I like to deal wit
That I to build wit
Get high, hold wit
So let's do this, all my niggaz run this

(chorus)

(maze)

The attitudes the cay in
To many in the way
A getting paid laid-back on my days in
I to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting in a storm
My pen pages maze
Why steps from his h on, shades beyond the
Golden braids from my physical
Bitched me
Move mystical enchanting weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the in my hand
We're in your land like a hard
To reach my is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga you foul

(chorus)