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 nigga yo life at the end of it
Now what's hard (minding my motherfucking business)
Let me tell bout the last day I lived nigga

I'm in the 96 with 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 trap and a crib to
Now my indictment was a secret and the way that they keep it
If I ain't have a hoe giving to the feds
Coming back telling me what they said
I'm a dead man
Waiting on in jail
But die before I let 'em stop my mail
Long as I got another ounce to
What the I'ma bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma slang my
Niggas on the westside re-up because its a drought
So I the crack house,
it sold out
So to the crib so I can check this stash
Ain't sure about how much I had
Got a couple keys in the safe now
Weigh it up cook it up then it down
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my
But before I the house I can't dip without grabbin my G'z
And my keys to my new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see
Niggas please nigga you holla bout
Put red dot to ya ass and squeeze
Now I'm dipping bac to the
With the 4-4 and a plastic
Turned and I had to stop
Couldn't trap it was cops
Standing there and I still scared
Mac nem must have 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 millimeter wit a clip
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 was takin 'em
them pigs fall in pain
Turned 'cause one call my name
a hot one to the brain
Yea I died but live the game