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 what's (minding my motherfucking business)
Let me tell bout the last day I lived nigga

I'm in the 96 Impala the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga to work in my trap
Now see the got me tap'd
So to 'em off of my bac
I got a in the trap and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret and that's the way that keep it
If I have a hoe giving head to the feds
Coming back telling me exactly what said
I'm a dead man
Waiting on time in
But die before I let 'em stop my mail
Long as I got another to sell
What the hell I'ma a grap my scale
Get another key and slang my yayo
Niggas on the westside can't re-up because its a
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 in the safe right now
Weigh it up cook it up then chop it
Now I'm to go and pick up my fetti
But before I leave the 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 bac to the swats
the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned and I had to stop
Couldn't trap swarn it was
Standing and I still ain't scared
Mac nem must have fled
Only is I fear is the feds
On my car flashing and red
there they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 my hip
9 millimeter wit a clip
Thats what niggas get fucking round wit TIP
at 'em
N at 'em but ain't no shaking 'em
bullets that they was busting at me my vest was takin 'em
Making pigs fall in pain
around 'cause one call my name
Took a hot one to the
Yea I died but live the game