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 much fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz ain't average,
Trunk of triple beams,
And the of cream and cabbage,
die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
With the smash down for the cash that was in my thug nation.
Try to all fuck half the world I want it all!
But I'm at u niggaz,
With my back the wall.

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

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

2

Its time to it happen get paid,
Its nigga s y a s k,
Tag- for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers slangin all day.
Until the rock and get paid,
Like on the ground down, break yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
fakers with the fakers,
Like pistols to their faces,
I told my family as as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
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 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,
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,
Fuck the money the fame,
Try to it happen mother fucker,
we too deep in the game.

3

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

Got gome ? ? ? getting toed out,

Just dipping just niggaz twited up, smoked up.

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

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

But no body claimin 'cause their niggaz,

Chorus.