Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I pledge allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big
While you dealing in crumbs and funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they
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 love it
Six double o, used to whip a
Left the strip cause niggaz like five tips
of lose lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the on my fists
hating me, cause I got chips
Left the hood
Nutin but diamond dis, head a bitch
In the back of a out whip
Why not
Devilish, crabs ain't shit
Mad at this, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

It's not a game
Me move in and 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 that you wit
Fucking wit them cats that you fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of them are of the crew
Can't choose (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go road
If that's your click, I suggest that you stay wit yo
say break up to make up
I say stick together God y'all cake up
Bitches me at the crown 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 niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and wit
Now it's family I like to deal wit
That I like to wit
Get high, steal wit
So let's do this, all my niggaz run through

(chorus)

(maze)

The money the cay in
To many in the way
A paid playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter but which way in
Wit out getting in a storm
My pen reflect maze
Why steps 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
from the scene 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 a hard drizzle
To reach my is minimal
Sinister style, out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)