Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not a Game

(noreaga)

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

(musolini)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I pledge to money, weed, jewels, hoes, and big guns
you dealing in crumbs and stacking funds
Squeezing the ones, so sons have em speaking in tongues
Headed for these slums, at the top they lungs
Bitch cats, find em wherever you at
Your man in you face will you in the back
a bitch, so rub up and fuck it
You live life, you gotta love it
Six double o, used to whip a
Left the strip niggaz like five seven tips
Hood of lips, iced my necklace to my wrists
with the stones on my fists
Niggaz hating me, cause I got
Left the rich
but diamond dis, head from a bitch
In the back of a thugged out
Why not
Devilish, your ain't shit
Mad at this, certain wrist

(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 that I'm talking about and shit
niggaz that you fucking wit
Fucking wit them that you don't fuck wit
Whatcha to do?
Both of are part of the crew
Can't choose (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 until y'all up
Bitches meet me at the plaza
On period, it don't matter
I'm in the head something
It ain't a game god, yo it was
I get high, while y'all niggaz get a buzz
My associates that I use to sit and wit
Now it's only I like to deal wit
That I to build wit
Get high, hold wit
So do this, all my niggaz run through this

(chorus)

(maze)

The money the cay in
To snakes in the way
A paid playing laid-back on my days in
I want to enter but which way in
Wit out lost in a storm
My pen pages maze
Why steps his h on, shades beyond the grave
Golden braids hang from my
Bitched me
Move mystical enchanting branson at me
I'm fan of b
Vanish the scene in a blur
But barely seen, clearly heard in my
And act civil, my palm sizzle the heat in my hand
We're in land like a hard drizzle
To reach my pinnacle is
style, thugged out, nigga sending you foul

(chorus)