Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I allegiance to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
While you dealing in crumbs and funds
Squeezing the ones, so jealous sons have em in tongues
Headed for these slums, screaming at the top they
Bitch made cats, find em 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, used to whip a
Left the strip cause like five seven tips
Hood of lose lips, iced my to my wrists
Long with the stones on my
Niggaz hating me, I got chips
Left the rich
Nutin but diamond dis, from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out
Why not
Devilish, your crabs shit
Mad at this, certain wrist

(chorus: maze)

It's not a game
Me in and move 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 that I'm talking about and
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them that you don't fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of them are part of the
choose side (true)
I don't know, I don't to go that road
If that's your click, I suggest that you wit them yo
While say up to make up
I say stick together God 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 game god, yo it was
I get super high, while y'all get a buzz
My associates I use to sit and chill wit
Now only family I like to deal wit
That I like to wit
Get high, hold wit
So let's do this, all my run through this

(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 from his h on, shades the grave
braids hang from my physical
Bitched me
Move mystical enchanting branson at me
I'm fan of b
from the scene in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my
And act civil, my palm from the heat in my hand
We're in your land like a hard
To reach my is minimal
style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)