Luyện nghe bài hát The Gambler

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

Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla hate a motherfucker
Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain
When it's on, it's don't get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before body cold in a coffin
Just another attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the man was black
The man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That's all I know, 'cuz didn't raise no rats

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

One shot gambler two gambler
Three time felon with itch for dough
madd 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 puffin' on
I'm guilty for make a living

Bitch I ain't tryna at you
I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and a couple dollars at you
I'm fightin' dirty, I'll 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 fumble and lose
Xzibit move I hear opportunity knockin'
But I'm a shoot straight through the door if you 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 like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters,
I'm a have to hit the block, then to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a of clothes 'cuz
Pimpin' ain't y'all, it's too sleazy
Too greasy and I can't take it

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

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

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

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