Luyện nghe bài hát runnin The Game

You can lick the on a stick
If you don't think I'm the ish
You mad you suck like some lips on a big tit
Hoe? No, laugh
Ice then fiber glass
Bootleggers a lab
hide 'cause we'll ya ass
Chamillion is mad
I'm like I'ma crab
niggas rewind it fast
Tow-trucks sign my ass
So much..ice on my
my nose, on my golds
These be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's
I'ma walkin' Fort
Oops, my dropped
It's okay, I ride chops then chop-sticks and porkchops
At a chinese buffet, trickin' you got to get
No respect, never let sooo you have her set
Her boyfriend bout, "Hey, where that bastard went"
I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident
I'ma walkin' accident everywhere I go I wreck
I'm as as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch
Wanna crawl off that wet, I see a group of groupies
'cause you wrapped in and Gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, fetch with fake breasts
All day at my rich swishahouse, niggas to raise the
Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I I make fresh
give me all his beats, lunch money and
Yes, that was what I was gonna say next
But nevermind rewind to I was talkin' bout fake breasts
Believe I keep heat and got bullets that seek
My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep
My pager got more pages then a Dictionary
I pull more work in a busy in a cemetary
Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate
Nigga who that gotta in ya A-Virex
Got her bouncin' fake checks
So doin' the sex
'cause I'm the throwdest to wreck and kill tape decks