Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live Da Game

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

I'm in the 96 Impala the gat in my lap
Annihilating any trying to work in my trap
Now see the feds got me
So to 'em off of my bac
I got a crib in the and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret and the way that they keep it
If I have a hoe giving head to the feds
Coming telling me exactly what they said
I'm a dead man
Waiting on in jail
But I'll die before I let 'em my mail
Long as I got another to sell
What the hell I'ma a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma slang my
Niggas on the westside can't because its a drought
So I the crack house,
it sold out
So back to the crib so I can check stash
Ain't sure about how much I had
Got a couple keys in the safe now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my
But before I leave the I can't dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keys to my brand new V put 'em in pocket the gat to see
Niggas please nigga you holla freeze
Put red dot to ya ass and squeeze
Now I'm bac to the swats
the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned and I had to stop
Couldn't swarn it was cops
there and I still ain't scared
Mac Boney nem must fled
Only cops is I fear is the
On my car blue and red
Damn they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 my hip
9 wit a extra clip
Thats what y'all niggas get round wit TIP
at 'em
N cussin at 'em but ain't no 'em
Them bullets they was busting at me my vest was takin 'em
Making them pigs in pain
Turned around 'cause one call my
Took a hot one to the
Yea I but long live the game