Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

Livin in a harcore,
be dumpin on them foes,
Catching highspeed chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, me everything,
I ain't all the world seem,
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore ain't your average,
Trunk 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 niggaz was in my thug nation.
Try to scalp all fuck 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 name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, when I in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up (ahahaha)
You really really know the game,
'cause every time a look up, the shit a changed,

Nigga I up in the morning with a hustle and game,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch the game,
Tired all out,
Fuck the money the fame,
Try to it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

2

Its time to make it get paid,
Its that s y a s k,
teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers they 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 pistols to their faces,
I told my family as as I get the dough,
Im on my way home,shit across the border
hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott across the sea,
cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, a bocin,
back floating across the ocean.
Like the black lack ds the mack,
the niggaz like keys 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 with a and game,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch 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 crackin mad 'cause I getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that ain't my dough,
Roll a for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
Keep my on my money,
plats on the wall,
U niggaz know I be fucking around,
Im the cash,
And I hope u know I'm all action,
And to blast,
the fuck u think,
My are killas and drug dealers,
Use for sinuses,
homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? niggaz getting out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz up, smoked up.

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

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

But no body claimin 'cause fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.