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
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.. yeah, yeah

I put in my dirt I'ma you
[Verse Royce Da 5'9"]
You must be ruthless, or you will die
Bullets is +Eeny 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 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper
I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd +Double Dutch+ witcha
Why the FUCK would I knuckle up
He played street games 'til the heat came
Same nigga that be quick when they see brains
We ride in streets Mafia ties
We pop up by like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I'm about to the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to a stick off of my shoulder
I'm the nigga +Simon
Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you beside your bed

Royce]
I'ma hit you 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, hit you you
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 you LEAVE!
Hit you you.

[Verse Royce Da 5'9"]
yeah, I see pain but why
is it these street is all leadin into the same violences?
God is it, possible the niggaz
that's winnin in +Dodgeball+ grow up and dodge bullets?
The little, two squares
in this concrete jungle was the +Monkeys In The Middle+
If you compare me to anyone in game
if it ain't Shyne or Beans then +Truth Or Dare+
I been this hollow inside for
Leave peers beside that'll +Spin The Bottle+
Don't that e'ry night seem right
Nigga just beside you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+
to stop you, fatal-ly
I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of +Hot
A comparison's vital - you ain't

Royce 5'9" is Simon, the Idol+

Yeah, yeah, now he's had the as
[Verse Three: Da 5'9"]
At the of the day the hot shot, let's play +Hop Scotch+
Let's teach all of these
the same dumb fuck that toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+
Miss the clock is away
that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and
I'ma '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 +Breaks+
Now you gon' your fitted
Finally the be lame
in the Lost & Found you crossed your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
His name out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
then flee the scene runnin in the latest Ponies
Erase the phonies - keep his team

- repeat 2X