Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

Yeah c'mon yeah huh
plenty of room for everybody man
Yeah come on yeah look

Huh, stay in my lane like a never hate a motherfucker
a motherfucker to a certain extent
When it's on, it's don't get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your cold in a coffin
another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man was
The man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That's all I know, poppa didn't raise no rats

Face the not the fiction
I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of
Niggas wanna ball but they never listen
So instead of coming up, they just, come up
My mission is to hit with precision, whole continents
niggas' confidence, expose my dominance
Without no conflict, never have progress
I'm this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a

One shot two shot gambler
Three felon with that itch for dough
These street got me puffin' on dro'
I'm tryna make a living
Thirty eight and still no dollars
And you wanna know why I hit the block for
These madd street got me on dro'
I'm guilty for make a living

Bitch I ain't tryna at you
I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a dollars at you
I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take of you motherfuckers
I'm cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches
I'm not for the games, I'm not in the
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and
move when I hear opportunity knockin'
But I'm a shoot through the door if you comin' with problems

It's too at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain't no in between, me, like it or not
We gon' be here forever like cops and
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters,
I'm a have to hit the block, around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of 'cuz
Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too
Too greasy and I take it easy

One shot two shot gambler
Three time felon that itch for dough
These madd got me puffin' on dro'
I'm guilty tryna make a
Thirty eight and still no dollars
And you wanna know why I hit the block for
These street got me puffin' on dro'
I'm guilty for make a living

time I try to get out
I get right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win
Nigga got the whole world on his
Overreact, matter we act like when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, rap
back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that?
Welcome to the X games, my pain
Inhale my smoke, hard not to cough or choke

Motorola nigga up the old way
This ain't rap, this is shit I was born to say
Though I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
And half' ass rappers think they can get it
We the golden state, we the whole thing bouncing
Y'all move units, we move
rap for bullshit, tryna be on TV
We you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'm a

One shot gambler two shot
Three time felon that itch for dough
These madd street got me on dro'
I'm tryna make a living
eight albums and still no dollars
And you know why I hit the block for mo'?
madd street got me puffin' on dro'
I'm for tryna make a living