Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live Da Game

Yea,
Dis for all my niggas who think hard,
You want to know what's hard(whats pimp?)
about yo day nigga losing yo life at the end of it
Now that's what's hard (minding my business)
Let me tell y'all bout the day I lived nigga

I'm in the 96 with the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga trying to in my trap
Now see the feds got me
So to 'em off of my bac
I got a crib in the trap and a to relax
Now my indictment was a secret and that's the way they keep it
If I ain't have a hoe giving head to the
Coming back telling me exactly what they
I'm a man walking
Waiting on in jail
But I'll die before I let 'em my mail
Long as I got another ounce to
the hell I'ma bail? a grap my scale
Get key and I'ma slang my yayo
on the westside can't re-up because its a drought
So I check the house,
DAMN it out
So to the crib so I can check this stash
Ain't sure how much dope I had
Got a couple keys in the safe now
Weigh it up cook it up chop it down
Now I'm ready to go and up my fetti
But before I leave the house I dip without grabbin my G'z
And my to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see
please nigga you holla bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass and
Now I'm bac to the swats
With the 4-4 and a glock
Turned and I had to stop
Couldn't trap it was cops
Standing and I still ain't scared
Mac nem must have fled
Only cops is I fear is the
On my car flashing and red
there they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra
what y'all niggas get fucking round wit TIP
at 'em
N cussin at 'em but no shaking 'em
Them bullets they was busting at me my vest was takin 'em
Making them fall in pain
around 'cause one call my name
Took a hot one to the
Yea I died but long the game