Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

This ain't no man
A lot of people look from the from in
Thinking that it's man
You know I'm saying, not realizing we work too
You know what I mean, we working hard
our hands dirty just like y'all
But y'all think y'all

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I pledge to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
While you dealing in and stacking funds
the ones, so jealous sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top 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 double o, to whip a bucket
Left the strip niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my to my wrists
Long the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, I got chips
Left the 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, certain gentle

(chorus: maze)

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

(noreaga)

Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats you don't fuck wit
supposed to do?
Both of them are part of the
choose side (true)
I don't know, I don't like to go that
If that's your click, I suggest you stay wit them yo
While say break up to up
I say stick together God until cake up
Bitches meet me at the plaza
On they period, it matter
I'm in the head something
It a game god, yo it never was
I get super high, while y'all niggaz get a
My that 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 run through this

(chorus)

(maze)

The money the cay in
To many in the way
A getting paid laid-back on my days in
I to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out lost in a storm
My pen pages maze
Why from his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang my physical
scare me
Move mystical branson weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish from the in a blur
But barely seen, clearly in my action
And act civil, my palm from the heat in my hand
We're in your land a hard drizzle
To my pinnacle is minimal
style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)