Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live Da Game

Yea,
Dis for all my niggas who think hard,
You want to what's hard(whats hard pimp?)
Going about yo day 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 nigga

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 that's the way that keep it
If I ain't have a hoe head to the feds
back telling me exactly what they said
I'm a dead man
on time in jail
But I'll die before I let 'em stop my
Long as I got another ounce to
What the I'ma bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma slang my
on the westside can't re-up because its a drought
So I check the house,
it sold out
So back to the so I can check this stash
Ain't sure about how much I had
Got a keys in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my
But I leave the house I can't 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 red dot to ya ass and squeeze
Now I'm dipping bac to the
With the 4-4 and a glock
Turned around and I had to
Couldn't trap it was cops
Standing there and I still scared
Mac Boney nem must fled
cops is I fear is the feds
On my car blue and red
Damn there they go now its to dip
Got the 4-4 my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra
Thats y'all niggas get fucking round wit TIP
at 'em
N cussin at 'em but no shaking 'em
Them bullets that they was busting at me my vest was 'em
them pigs fall in pain
Turned 'cause one call my name
a hot one to the brain
Yea I died but long live the