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?)
Going about yo day losing yo life at the end of it
Now what's hard (minding my motherfucking business)
Let me tell y'all bout the last day I nigga

I'm in the 96 Impala the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga trying to work in my
Now see the got me tap'd
So to 'em off of my bac
I got a crib in the trap and a crib to
Now my was a secret and that's the way that they keep it
If I ain't have a hoe head to the feds
Coming back me exactly what they said
I'm a man walking
on time in jail
But I'll die before I let 'em stop my
Long as I got another to sell
What the hell bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma my yayo
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 this stash
sure about how much dope I had
Got a keys in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then it down
Now I'm ready to go and up my fetti
But I leave the house 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 bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass and
Now I'm dipping bac to the
the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned around and I had to
Couldn't swarn it was cops
Standing there and I still ain't
Mac Boney nem must fled
cops is I fear is the feds
On my car blue and red
Damn they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 my hip
9 millimeter wit a clip
Thats what y'all niggas get round wit TIP
at 'em
N cussin at 'em but ain't no 'em
Them bullets that they was busting at me my was takin 'em
them pigs fall in pain
Turned around one call my name
Took a hot one to the
Yea I but long live the game