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,
'cause I all the world seem,
to much mother fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz your average,
Trunk full of beams,
And the schemes of 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 scalp all fuck half the I want it all!
But I'm at u niggaz,
my back against the wall.

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

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 mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

2

Its time to make it get paid,
Its nigga s y a s k,
teamin for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers slangin all day.
Until the players and get paid,
Like on the ground face down, yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to faces,
I my family as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
Like hard ? standon like noreaga the maka,
free across the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, the miggy gz gz.
red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back across the ocean.
Like the lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like 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 with a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
the money fuck the fame,
Try to make it mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

3

U sound crackin mad 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 niggaz know I wont be around,
Im the cash,
And I hope u know I'm all action,
And to blast,
What the 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 ? ? ? getting 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

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

But no body claimin their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.