Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says (Street Games)

[Intro:
Hit you until you, hit you you
I'ma hit you until you, hit you you
I'ma hit you you, hit you until you
Hit you until you, hit you you
I'ma hit you you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you you ROLL!
hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.. yeah,

I put in my dirt I'ma you
[Verse One: Da 5'9"]
You must be ruthless, or you will die
Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put your in my circle
I'm not a nigga
beside a bunch of chicken that +Duck Duck Goose+
You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you +Rock Paper Scissors+
I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd rather Dutch+ witcha
Why the FUCK I knuckle up witcha?
He played them street games 'til the heat
Same nigga that be quick when they see brains
We ride in with Mafia ties
We pop up by like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I'm about to draw the line nigga, to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to a stick off of my shoulder
I'm the +Simon Says+
Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you beside your bed

[Chorus:
I'ma hit you you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE!
Hit you you, hit you until you
hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you you ROLL!
Hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE!
Hit you you.

[Verse Two: Da 5'9"]
Yeah yeah, I see but why
is it these street games is all into the same violences?
God is it, possible the niggaz
that's winnin in will grow up and dodge bullets?
The funky little, two
in this concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The
If you compare me to in this game
if it ain't Shyne or then it's +Truth Or Dare+
I been hollow inside for years
Leave peers beside beers +Spin The Bottle+
Don't think that night seem right
Nigga look beside you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+
Ready to you, fatal-ly
I'll leave bullets inside your truck the of +Hot Potatoes+
A comparison's vital - you ain't

Royce 5'9" is Simon, the +Americal

Yeah, yeah, now he's had the as
[Verse Royce Da 5'9"]
At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's +Hop Scotch+
teach all of these punks
the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for +Freeze
Miss the clock is away
that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them Frogs+ and jump
make 'em all drop and say "Ahh"
I'm the of the playground, I make 'em say +Father May I+
You say Grace - cause even if you
bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don't play
Now you gon' your fitted
the dudes be lame
in the Lost & Found cause you your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
His name booted out of the games, hang by the chains
then flee the scene runnin in the latest Ponies
the phonies - keep his team shooter

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