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 fuckin gangsta shit and sucked up the game,
are savage,
Hardcore playaz your average,
Trunk of triple beams,
And the schemes of and cabbage,
Niggaz die for dead 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 bitch ass niggaz, lil ass niggaz,
Make your name up in my taste like shit ass niggaz,
See myself a smokin pistol, when I in the mirror,
Its a hologram picture of a tired up niggaz (ahahaha)
You never really really the game,
'cause every a nigga look up, the shit a changed,

Nigga I up in the morning with a hustle and game,
Stick a in my vain,
Eatch the game,
all thugged out,
Fuck the fuck 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,
Tag- for high screamin, plates in the a.
slackers they 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 with the fakers,
Like loaded pistols to faces,
I told my as soon as I get the dough,
Im on my way back home,shit across the
hard ? standon like noreaga the money maka,
Scott free the sea,
Sippin whiskey, with the miggy gz gz.
red fantasies, board a bocin,
Kick back across the ocean.
the black lack triple ds the mack,
Slanging the niggaz like of crack,
for opportunities,
'cause our niggas is scratched,
for keeps,
Addicted to getting it for it,
Like the 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,
'cause we too in the game.

3

U sound mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger,
And eatch mother fuckin poe poes ain't getting my dough,
Roll a 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 u know I'm all about action,
And to blast,
What the u think,
My homies are killas and dealers,
Use for sinuses,
homes and dome niggaz,
Break 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, cant be up we mashed.
Were protection the money figures, protectiing them triggaz

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

But no body claimin 'cause fobutaded niggaz,

Chorus.