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

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

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 it happen mother fucker,
'cause we too in the game.

2

Its time to make it get paid,
Its nigga s y a s k,
Tag- for high screamin, plates in the a.
There slackers they all day.
the players rock and get paid,
Like on the ground down, break yourslf,
Dont around, and get sprayed,
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? paper.
Im on paper,
Leavin with the fakers,
loaded pistols to their faces,
I my family as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit the border
Like hard ? standon like the money maka,
Scott free the sea,
Sippin cone whiskey, with the gz gz.
Cold red fantasies, a bocin,
Kick back floating the ocean.
Like the black 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,
all thugged out,
Fuck the fuck the fame,
Try to make it mother fucker,
we too deep in the game.

3

U sound crackin mad 'cause I ain't no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes that ain't 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,
the fuck u think,
My homies are killas and dealers,
Use for sinuses,
Crash and dome niggaz,
bones and stoned niggaz.
u had to be ? ? ?

Got ? ? ? niggaz 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 money figures, them with triggaz

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

But no body 'cause their fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.