Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

Now you can hear the gold just
But, its still the take over

It's everything changed
But I still feel the
I'm just run the motherfucking game
I'm on
Yeah I'll be on that
like everything changed
But I still the same
I'm just tryna run the motherfucking
I'm on
Yeah always be on that, yeah

Where do I start damn, man my is racing
Hip hop getting chosen by some racists
I'm in the yo, with a bottle of clear shit
You don't know the truth, you just hear
Homie's on a Learjet, upgrade the block
If you too big, fuck they gon' use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for around me, y'all don't see it
I'm in the club for half an hour I'm probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his
Life or death, ain't no time to start for the safe
So I it safe
Real ones would really go hit for me
Low overhead, ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, when I'm dead
I'm so on (on)
But off with they head
MTV, y'all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers ain't above me?
Oh wait,
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform any scholarship
I'm lit, I'm gassed, I'm me, I'm me
Two platinum singles, two years they were
As I'm this, I know that this ain't accurate no more
By the time that all y'all hear this I will most have more
I did eight tours, headlined them all
Your were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent in awe, on some amazed shit
Then an O.G. me to embrace this
I will waste this, never get complacent
Lotta rappers got rich and got jaded
I'm still on the same shit, take the game shit
I just can't relate to wavelength

It's everything changed
But I still the same
I'm just tryna run the game
I'm on
Yeah I'll always be on
It's like everything
But I still feel the
I'm just tryna run the game
I'm on
Yeah I'll be on that, yeah

I get everything for free, your girl to my wardrobe
Half a dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you got foreclosed
Money low, you gon' have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for shows
So you do club hostings but you what you gross
Then you go back home, fall frustrated
laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it"
You asleep, you don't her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the out
I send her back before eyes open
I'm her fix your life's broken
She might try
On something you don't kiss after
of a young handsome rich rapper
It's all laughter, all big bucks though
the buzz "Vegas" 'cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, like Rothschild
I'ma make you sign an NDA, now you're on
I'm the President, the CEO
People that I've never seen, see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my that's a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we know, how to act
If it's based off of fans, y'all should do the math
If it's based off of sales, y'all should count the plaques
If it's off of pussy, y'all should really count the ass
If it's based off of money, should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd
Sometimes nothing more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all
Dreams too big to think time
I'm just on the shit, take over the game shit
I just can't to any B-level wave length

It's like everything
But I still the same
I'm just tryna run the motherfucking
I'm on
Yeah always be on that
like everything changed
But I still the same
I'm tryna run the motherfuckin