Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

Livin in a harcore,
Niggaz be on them foes,
Catching 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,
full of triple beams,
And the schemes of and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash that was in my thug nation.
Try to scalp all fuck half the I want it all!
But I'm at u niggaz,
my back against the wall.

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

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

2

Its time to it happen get paid,
Its that s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for screamin, plates in the a.
slackers they slangin all day.
Until the rock and get paid,
Like on the ground down, break yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
fakers with the fakers,
Like loaded to their faces,
I told my as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, a bocin,
Kick floating across the ocean.
the black lack 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,
Eatch the game,
Tired all out,
Fuck the money the fame,
Try to make it mother fucker,
we too deep in the game.

3

U crackin mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe that ain't getting my dough,
Roll a for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
my mind on my money,
Platinum on the wall,
U know 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 killas and dealers,
Use for sinuses,
Crash and dome niggaz,
bones and stoned niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? niggaz getting out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, up.

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

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

But no claimin 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.