Luyện nghe bài hát Married To The Game

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

I days on Crenshaw, take a nigga Beamer
Hit the hood, his rims off
Then hit block, let him hear that Pac
shit don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, whoo

Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the
It's in my blood, you see my
You see my tats, you my pain
You in my hood? You from a
You got 2 to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you I see your change

Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas died
Niggas fell well, off in their jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with clips
dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No like the peace price
Get up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
Middle of forehead nigga, that's where the beam lie
(You be ok) I done seen God

Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin'
in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red
I just a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head
G-Man in heaven, on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my Legs gone
I just killed a on my cellphone
that

Playin' chronic, chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still sent no killers
You take a stretch squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
Shit on check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster
Blowin' all these fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to my mama
chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' central moth

sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble red bone
I just killed a nigga on my
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that
LJ in prison, and my Legs gone
I just killed a on my cellphone
Stop