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,
die for dead presidents on a green peice of paper,
With the smash for the cash niggaz 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 back the wall.

u bitch ass niggaz, lil trick ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my mouth taste shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, I look in the mirror,
Its like a hologram picture of a 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 with a 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.

2

Its to make it happen 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,
Like on the ground face down, 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 the border
hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free the sea,
cone whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, a bocin,
Kick back floating the ocean.
the black lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like 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 a hustle and game,
a needle in my vain,
Eatch the game,
all thugged out,
Fuck the fuck the fame,
Try to make it happen fucker,
we too deep in the game.

3

U sound crackin mad 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,
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 gome ? ? ? getting toed out,

Just dipping just getting twited up, smoked up.

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

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

But no body claimin their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.