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

Fuck u ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make name up in my mouth taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a tired up (ahahaha)
You never really know the game,
every time a nigga look up, the shit a changed,

Nigga I wake up in the with a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
injecting the game,
Tired all out,
Fuck the fuck the fame,
Try to make it mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

2

Its to make it happen get paid,
Its that s y a s k,
Tag- teamin for high screamin, in the a.
There they slangin all day.
Until the players and get paid,
Like on the face down, break yourslf,
fuck around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin fakers the fakers,
Like pistols to their faces,
I told my as soon 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 lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the 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 wake up in the morning a hustle and game,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch the game,
Tired all out,
Fuck the fuck the fame,
Try to make it mother fucker,
we too deep 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,
a hummer for the summer,
Rad in the fall,
my mind on my money,
Platinum on the wall,
U niggaz know I be fucking around,
Im the cash,
And I hope u I'm all about action,
And to blast,
the fuck u think,
My are killas and drug dealers,
Use for sinuses,
Crash and dome niggaz,
Break bones and niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got gome ? ? ? niggaz getting out,

Just dipping just getting niggaz up, smoked up.

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

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

But no claimin 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.