Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

Livin in a harcore,
Niggaz be on them foes,
cases highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, me everything,
'cause I all the world seem,
Seen to much fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz ain't average,
Trunk full of beams,
And the schemes of and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the niggaz that was in my thug nation.
Try to scalp all half the world I want it all!
But I'm at u niggaz,
With my against the wall.

u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth taste like ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really know the game,
'cause time a nigga look up, the shit a changed,

Nigga I wake up in the with a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen fucker,
we too deep in the game.

2

Its to make it happen get paid,
Its that s y a s k,
teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There they slangin all day.
Until the players and get paid,
on the ground face down, break yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to faces,
I told my family as as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
Like hard ? standon like the money maka,
free across the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the gz gz.
red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back floating the ocean.
Like the black triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like of crack,
for opportunities,
'cause our sees is scratched,
for keeps,
Addicted to it for quitting it,
Like the hop fiends,

Nigga I wake up in the morning a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
Fuck the fuck the fame,
Try to it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

3

U sound mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And eatch mother poe poes that ain't getting my dough,
a hummer for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
my mind on my money,
Platinum on the wall,
U niggaz I wont be fucking around,
Im the cash,
And I u know I'm all about action,
And to blast,
the fuck u think,
My homies are and drug dealers,
Use for sinuses,
Crash homes and niggaz,
Break bones and niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? getting toed out,

Just dipping just getting twited up, smoked up.

On a for the cash, cant be stuck up we mashed.
Were protection the money figures, protectiing with triggaz

City under seige, probably distruged, because some are killas,

But no claimin 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.