Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(musolini)

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

(chorus: maze)

not a game nigga
Me in and move out
Most try to follow the route
But they see what we see
Thugged out like we be
M-a-z-e, n.o.r.e.,

(noreaga)

Now that shit that I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz that you wit
Fucking wit them cats that you don't 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 your click, I that you stay wit them yo
While say break up to up
I say stick together God until cake up
Bitches me at the crown plaza
On they period, it matter
I'm in the head something
It ain't a game god, yo it was
I get super high, while niggaz get a buzz
My that I use to sit and chill wit
Now it's only family I like to wit
I like to build 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 paid playing laid-back on my in
I want to enter fortune but way in
Wit out lost in a storm
My pen pages reflect
Why steps from his h on, shades beyond the
Golden braids from my physical
Bitched 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 heat in my
We're in your like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is
style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)