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 mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz your average,
Trunk of triple beams,
And the schemes of and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash niggaz that was in my nation.
Try to scalp all half the world I want it all!
But I'm at u niggaz,
With my against the wall.

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

Nigga I wake up in the morning with a and game,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch the game,
all thugged out,
Fuck the fuck 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,
on the ground face down, break yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin with the fakers,
Like pistols to their faces,
I told my as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit the border
Like hard ? like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the gz gz.
red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back across the ocean.
Like the lack triple ds the mack,
the niggaz like keys of crack,
for opportunities,
'cause our sees is scratched,
for keeps,
Addicted to getting it for it,
Like the hop fiends,

Nigga I wake up in the morning with a and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
the money 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 mother fuckin poe poes that ain't getting 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 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,
bones and stoned niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? niggaz toed out,

Just dipping just getting twited up, smoked up.

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

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

But no body claimin 'cause fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.