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

I put in my I'ma hurt you
[Verse Royce Da 5'9"]
You must be ruthless, or you will die
Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put foot in my circle
I'm not a nigga
beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that Duck Goose+
You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Scissors+
I got twin glocks Scotland, I'd rather +Double Dutch+ witcha
Why the would I knuckle up witcha?
He played street games 'til the heat came
Same nigga that be changin quick they see brains
We ride in streets with ties
We pop up by surprise like we +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I'm to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to knock a off of my shoulder
I'm the nigga +Simon
Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will you lyin beside your bed

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

Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah yeah, I see but why
is it these street games is all leadin into the same
God is it, the same niggaz
that's winnin in will grow up and dodge bullets?
The little, two squares
in concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+
If you compare me to anyone in game
if it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's Or Dare+
I been this inside for years
Leave peers beside beers that'll +Spin The
Don't think that e'ry night seem
Nigga just look you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+
Ready to you, fatal-ly
I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of Potatoes+
A vital - you ain't nobody

5'9" is Simon, the +Americal Idol+

Yeah, yeah, now had the luck as
[Verse Three: Da 5'9"]
At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's play Scotch+
Let's all of these punks
the dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+
Miss the clock is tickin
we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump
I'ma make 'em all and say "Ahh"
I'm the king of the playground, I make 'em say May I+
You should say - cause even if you
bring your own pencil to the game we don't play +Breaks+
Now you gon' find your
Finally the dudes be
in the Lost & Found cause you your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
His name out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
then flee the scene while runnin in the latest
Erase the phonies - keep his shooter

[Chorus] - 2X