Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says (Street Games)

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

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

Royce]
I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you you ROLL!
hit you until you BLEED, hit you until 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.

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

Royce 5'9" is Simon, the +Americal

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

[Chorus] - 2X