Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This no game man
A lot of people look the outside from in
that it's easy man
You know what I'm saying, not we work too
You know what I mean, we working everyday
our hands dirty just like y'all
But y'all think better

(musolini)

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

(chorus: maze)

It's not a nigga
Me move in and 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 talking and shit
Same niggaz that you wit
wit them cats that you don't fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of them are part of the
Can't choose (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 me at the crown plaza
On they period, it don't
I'm in the something serious
It ain't a 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 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 playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter 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 hang from my
scare me
Move enchanting branson weed at me
I'm fan of b
from the scene in a blur
But seen, clearly heard in my action
And act civil, my palm sizzle from the in my hand
We're in land like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is
Sinister style, thugged out, sending you foul

(chorus)