Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Game

Wall to wall.. my word
I want approximately.. you got
The verdict.. right

Yo...
Call me the black champion down, wanna test now
So let's grab the mack and vest, him if he stressed out
Amazin purple haze patients
Blazin in mercedes benz stations
Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that
Stabbin an intern, book of words
Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, with rollers
When wet stolers, lex glowers who owe us
up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden
That the lord is back, rollin with his sword
Mix tape, mate rate plates ice traits
Guns wit bitches jumpin outta white
on for real, indeed, lex leonardo
Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 52 globe of
the stainless steel armor
Nurture the church avenue drama, yo, african gold ghana
Puffin these marijuanas make allah alzheimers
Feedin bread to yellin fuck old timers

Chorus:

It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game
Write wills, game slight chills things the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash night chills
Regardless what pah won't be the same
Game'll get ya life kilt game
wills, game slighht chills things stay the same
Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night
Mic baby pah won't be the same

(check this out, one two, yeah this is me p no doubt)

Segregate fake punks
the bullshit from the authentic
Vintage division got the globe listening
My rap scroll belittled your and visions
Prohibition got my block pissin christians
dunn'll have you off balance walkin
Don't let your e-motions get involved
To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft
So ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment?
on ya two pennys then you boltin
I rock for the few chosen, who got third minds open
Write a page engage war and encite fights
Be on the look for the lights and north winds
The be the mics ya size malevolent
You don't be long in my evesight, a powerful soldier
Of the and things won't be the same
The over

Mc ultra high-brolic bank alcahol vulture
Garlic balls dice the of ocre
ho pitty-pat backgammon pro
Pink five spring rolls know me, you love my intro
Half a face wig sewed together like manhattan
Lookin like statue of praise, check the drapes
Castor layin for travolta mic gun pump
Layin on the floor clark's bleedin watermelon
Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony
Snatch rza last piece of fish off the glass dish
Butter beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, butterball
Time life investments, when broke I wrote the old
Crashed now perform excellence
Words with the president, brunch yeltsin
Gorbachev under meth's nuts, he out in
Six and a half monkeys, nazis
Four disappear, three eight two one to thin air
God's no wheel drive motionless mind cresica
the hat like esther

[pete
Aiyyo, I rumble into action, son I'm on target
Legendary with the way the track started
on, at any second with the high stakes
Drama, the game's teeth sharp pirahana
There's a style biters who try to create
Make no mistake real niggaz the fake
valuable sp-1200 gold medals
Rae progidy ghost rhyme
The original, pete is like soul on ice
Dynamite with the mic
Now the dic, for the game of death
eyes baby pah, the boy wonder's a threat