Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

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

Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil ass niggaz,
your name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See a smokin pistol, when I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a up niggaz (ahahaha)
You really really know the game,
'cause every time a look up, the shit a changed,

Nigga I wake up in the morning a hustle 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- for high screamin, plates in the a.
There they slangin all day.
the players rock and get paid,
Like on the ground face down, yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin with the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to faces,
I told my as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
Like hard ? like noreaga the money maka,
Scott across the sea,
cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, a bocin,
Kick floating across the ocean.
Like the black triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like of crack,
for opportunities,
'cause our niggas is scratched,
for keeps,
Addicted to it for quitting it,
the junkies hop fiends,

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

3

U crackin mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And mother fuckin poe poes 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 hope u know I'm all action,
And to blast,
the fuck u think,
My homies are and drug dealers,
Use for sinuses,
homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? niggaz toed out,

Just dipping just niggaz twited up, smoked up.

On a mission for the cash, cant be 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 their niggaz,

Chorus.