Luyện nghe bài hát Too Deep in The Game

Livin in a harcore,
be dumpin on them foes,
Catching cases chases,
40 gz and 2 kilos, me everything,
I ain't all the world seem,
Seen to much mother fuckin gangsta and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz ain't average,
Trunk full of beams,
And the schemes of and cabbage,
Niggaz die for presidents 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,
With my against the wall.

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

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

2

Its time to make it get paid,
Its nigga s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for high screamin, 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 fakers the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to 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,
Sippin whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick floating across the ocean.
Like the black lack ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz keys of crack,
for opportunities,
'cause our sees 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,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch the game,
Tired all out,
the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen fucker,
we too deep in the game.

3

U crackin mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that ain't my dough,
a hummer for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
Keep my on my money,
Platinum on the wall,
U know I wont be fucking around,
Im the cash,
And I hope u I'm all about action,
And to blast,
What the u think,
My homies are killas and dealers,
Use for sinuses,
homes and dome niggaz,
Break bones and niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? getting toed out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz twited up, up.

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

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

But no claimin 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.