Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Game

You is soldiers man
Fuckin' toy
Yeah get in line
Hut!

Yayo you ass bitch.
I know you cant to get off house arrest nigga.
So you can run the outta New York, you faggot

Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50
Why you tryna play the with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
Can't play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
So why you tryna play the game only 50 Cent
back when you got a couple dollars holla.

1]
You gonna more than 50 Cent to play this game
Nigga hating on me I'm doin my own thang
I aint Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain
I was in the fast lane the G-Unit chain
You was hatin on Ja him and Irv went pop now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop
After 'Westside I took your fans
I seen it for myself bitch Olivia's a man.
I got word from the wise nigga you dead
the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone
Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Tryin'
Got niggas locked up you a in Queens
them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme
But on the rizeal im talkin you and me
Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T,

Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch, Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, ha. God

2]
You reported names than the evening news
I guess now Reebok making shoes
Yayo the only real muthafucka the street
You swinging on me you want 5 heartbeats
Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, line
If you say you wrote my shit one time
You ain't a hood nigga, you Got and Stop Tryin
Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start
Lil' snitch what you about movin' in silence?
Even can't deny it
The life of your story is Vivica
But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up,

Yayo to jail, Banks sold a mil, then Buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia whose titties aint real.
Now they all hiding behind the shield

G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, ass niggas
I told you shit was real, nigga
is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka
All you get up on is sing a few hooks
Nigga you claim a niggas fame, nigga
You was our Ashanti, you ass nigga
What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something
The Real is the real,
Wallstreet, nigga
The Black Wallstreet,
Gonna tell your bitch ass
I aint gunna get up on this mic and them games, nigga
I my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga
Im Rapping right now,
But im spitting it nigga
You know who im to nigga
50,
ass nigga
Black Wallstreet,
and Wimelton
What you on, nigga?
be there!
What you on?
Scary ass
this shit man
Niggas me up with that bullshit, nigga.