Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Games Begin

Yeah, Terror motherfucker and the Hoo Bangin' affiliates
I know you ain't think you was gon' see niggas, nope
East coast, west coast, all the same
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10, speak on it, Joe, niggas

At I feel like blastin' myself, endin' it all
Niggas on my same be prayin' I fall
Tellin' the feds, that I'm cappin' the raw
Know all about the box on the floor of my Porshe

Boy George-in it, livin' the of the fortunate
Show you how my fuckin' coffee get
My often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they
But it your empire's fallen
Fuckin' with Joe and Pun, real niggas day one
The same you get terroria from

East coast, west coast, man it's all the
Niggas know shit till they feel the flame
still insane, since the flow track
Blowin' your back, with the Mack, we'll let ya know black

It's all weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase and don't play
Y'all don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, 10 baby

all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't
motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, 10 baby

Check you never thought, Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin' with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cuz killers walk in boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a in your bubblygoose

Fuck is you talkin' like you crazy, barkin' you eighty
Or have you crawlin', walkin' a baby
Don't try to me 'cuz I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and the heat off like a hot potatoe

I'm out to make a dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin' before I have to somebody
how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed gon' mug you

And no one love you when you as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, to die? Coke is in
your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin' kid, how to ride his bike today

all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't
motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, 10 baby

all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10

I hit the la la, and the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise try
Hoo Bangin' is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly

Mack 10, Big Pun and Crack
Real push big weight and big sacks
Y'all it was cool, I got to okay this
I usually want paytons, y'all the scale so we can weight this

It better be pure, you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and sure it's all 36
I hope you can nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all that's your dope and your life

the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty
Hit Doja we supposed to, sippin' on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games

all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, 10 baby

all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and play
Y'all don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10