Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of people from the outside from in
Thinking that easy man
You know what I'm saying, not 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 pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big
While you dealing in crumbs and stacking
Squeezing the ones, so sons have em speaking in tongues
for these slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, em wherever you at
Your man in you face will stab you in the
a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You live your life, you gotta it
Six o, used to whip a bucket
Left the strip cause niggaz like five seven
of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got
Left the rich
Nutin but dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a out whip
Why not
Devilish, your ain't shit
Mad at this, gentle wrist

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit that I'm about and shit
Same that you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats you don't fuck wit
supposed to do?
Both of are part of the crew
Can't choose (true)
I don't know, I like to go that road
If that's your click, I that you stay wit them yo
say break up to make up
I say together God until y'all cake up
Bitches meet me at the crown
On they period, it matter
I'm in the head something
It ain't a god, yo it never was
I get high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and 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 attitudes the cay in
To many in the way
A getting paid laid-back on my days in
I want to fortune but which way in
Wit out lost in a storm
My pen reflect maze
Why steps his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden hang from my physical
Bitched me
Move mystical enchanting weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the scene in a
But seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a drizzle
To reach my is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga you foul

(chorus)