Luyện nghe bài hát Memph Bleek Iz

[The Game
The young Roy of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you tell him somethin

[Verse 1: The
through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your
Two gold albums not make you a
Might make you a richer but don't forget the big picture
All of make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is me
You never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
get me
My guns like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in County
And you might or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to to the shot

The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph

2: The Game]
See what the problem is too much east coast dick
And everybody tryin to do their best rendition
Listen they how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is to kill on my block
When you was in the streets of age
I was in the pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it
On the block a k
While you was the roc on the stage
I had on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the
Malik or M-E-M-P-H
Fuck and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
'cause all that dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis rappin dude, huh

The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek

[Verse 3: The
It took me a little while but I am now
Jay fucked up in the first round he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga it from me
The Roc get off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Chris
Now the squad 5 is 6 man is Neef
Fans in the yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Cox
And I got a pine box for a nigga you
is talkin how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the

The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph