Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

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

Huh, stay in my like a hustla never hate a motherfucker
Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain
When on, it's over don't get no chance to get popping
about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the
Sure as God man, the first man was black
The Black man pyramids and gangsta rap
That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no

Face the not the fiction
I build my empire from a full of stones and a fifth of ambition
Niggas wanna ball but never wanna listen
So instead of coming up, just, come up missin'
My mission is to hit with precision, whole continents
Crush confidence, expose my dominance
no conflict, you'll never have progress
I'm sending this one out to all the and projects, I'm a

One gambler two shot gambler
Three time felon with itch for dough
These street got me puffin' on dro'
I'm guilty make a living
eight albums and still no dollars
And you know why I hit the block for mo'?
These street got me puffin' on dro'
I'm for tryna 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 dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I'm throwing cheap shots, low and sucker punches
I'm not for the games, I'm not in the
Not to be confused with that fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear opportunity
But I'm a shoot straight through the if you comin' with problems

too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain't no in between, me, like it or not
We be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not us, ferocious, we pop them 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' easy y'all, it's too sleazy
Too greasy and I can't it easy

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

time I try to get out
I get dragged right the 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
my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke

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

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