Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(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 speaking in
Headed for slums, screaming at the top they lungs
Bitch made cats, em wherever you at
man in you face will stab you in the back
Life's a bitch, so rub up and it
You live your life, you gotta it
Six double o, used to a bucket
Left the cause niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
Long with the stones on my
hating me, cause I got chips
Left the rich
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 nigga
Me in and move out
Most 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 that I'm talking about and shit
Same niggaz you fucking wit
Fucking wit them cats that you don't wit
supposed to do?
Both of them are of the crew
Can't choose (true)
I don't know, I like to go that road
If that's your click, I suggest that you wit them yo
While say break up to up
I say stick together God until y'all up
meet me at the crown plaza
On period, it don't matter
I'm in the something serious
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 only family I like to deal wit
That I like to 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 paid playing on my days in
I to enter fortune but which way in
Wit out lost in a storm
My pen reflect maze
Why steps from his h on, beyond the grave
Golden braids hang my physical
scare me
Move mystical branson weed at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish the scene in a blur
But barely seen, heard in my action
And act civil, my sizzle from the heat in my hand
We're in land like a hard drizzle
To my pinnacle is minimal
Sinister style, thugged out, nigga sending you

(chorus)