Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

Yeah c'mon yeah huh
There's of room for everybody man
Yeah bangin' come on look

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

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

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

I ain't tryna holler at you
I'm wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I'm fightin' dirty, take thirty of you motherfuckers
I'm throwing 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
Xzibit move I hear opportunity knockin'
But I'm a shoot straight through the if you comin' with problems

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

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

time I try to get out
I get dragged the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win
Nigga got the whole world on his
Overreact, fact 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, it's hard not to or choke

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

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