Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of people look from the outside in
Thinking that it's man
You know what I'm saying, not realizing we too
You know I mean, we working everyday hard
Getting our hands dirty like y'all
But y'all think 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 sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, em wherever 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 gotta it
Six double o, to whip a bucket
the strip cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my to my wrists
with the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, I got chips
the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, head a bitch
In the of a thugged out whip
Why not
Devilish, crabs ain't shit
Mad at this, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats that you fuck wit
supposed to do?
Both of are part of the crew
Can't side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go that
If that's your click, I that you stay wit them yo
say break up to make up
I say stick together God until cake up
Bitches me at the crown plaza
On they period, it don't
I'm in the something serious
It a game god, yo it never was
I get high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
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, 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 playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter but which way in
Wit out getting lost in a
My pen pages maze
Why steps his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang my physical
Bitched me
Move mystical branson weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the in a blur
But barely seen, heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the heat in my
We're in your land a hard drizzle
To reach my is minimal
Sinister style, out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)