Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of people look 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 dirty just like
But y'all think better

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
While you dealing in crumbs and stacking
Squeezing the ones, so sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top lungs
Bitch cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you will stab you in the back
Life's a bitch, so rub up and it
You live your life, you love it
Six double o, used to a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five tips
of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the stones on my
Niggaz hating me, I got chips
the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, from a bitch
In the of a thugged out whip
Why not
Devilish, your crabs ain't
Mad at this, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

It's not a nigga
Me in and move out
Most niggaz try to follow the
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 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 don't know, I don't like to go road
If that's click, I suggest that you stay wit them yo
While say up to make up
I say stick together God until y'all up
Bitches meet me at the plaza
On they period, it don't
I'm in the something serious
It a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a
My associates I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only family I like to wit
That I like to wit
Get high, hold wit
So let's do this, all my run through this

(chorus)

(maze)

The money the cay in
To snakes in the way
A getting playing laid-back on my days in
I to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out getting in a storm
My pen reflect maze
Why steps from his h on, beyond the grave
Golden braids from my physical
Bitched me
Move mystical branson weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the in a blur
But seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my sizzle from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you

(chorus)