Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of people look the outside from in
Thinking it's easy man
You know what I'm saying, not we work too
You know what I mean, we working hard
Getting our dirty just like y'all
But y'all 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 sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top lungs
made 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 life, you gotta love it
Six o, used to whip a bucket
Left the cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my to my wrists
Long the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got
the hood rich
Nutin but diamond dis, head a bitch
In the back of a out whip
Why not
Devilish, your ain't shit
Mad at this, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats that you don't wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of them are of the crew
choose side (true)
I don't know, I like to go that road
If that's your click, I 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 don't
I'm in the head serious
It a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, y'all niggaz get a buzz
My associates I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only family I to deal wit
That I to build 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 playing on my days in
I want to enter but which way in
Wit out getting in a storm
My pen pages maze
Why from his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids from my physical
Bitched 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 sizzle from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a drizzle
To my pinnacle is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you

(chorus)