Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

Livin in a harcore,
Niggaz be dumpin on foes,
Catching cases 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 ain't your average,
full of triple beams,
And the of cream and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead presidents on a 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,
With my against the wall.

Fuck u bitch ass niggaz, lil ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a pistol, when I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You really really know the game,
'cause every a nigga 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,
the money fuck the fame,
Try to it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too 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 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 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 whiskey, with the miggy 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 up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
the money fuck the fame,
Try to it happen 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,
a hummer for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
Keep my on my money,
Platinum 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,
Crash homes and niggaz,
Break and stoned niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got ? ? ? niggaz getting toed out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz up, smoked up.

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

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

But no body claimin 'cause their niggaz,

Chorus.