Luyện nghe bài hát When The Chips Are Down

These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I
But it that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down

The is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your goes round and round

how the world revolves around my click
'Cause a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
Me and my right hand share the same
Which fuels the fire that I ear to outwit

It's amazing the way that boy up so quick
But that platinum will blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new the others can't stand
The rubber band man, be if I can

Let another nigga feel my
If a nigga steal from me, it's the I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I I'm not
Won't letting the steering wheel peel the block

The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and

Banks, think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I ball it's the walking through the matrix
I'm to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a

Magazines wanna know, where the L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got in
2001, I was playing my
And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart

All I could about was I had my guns
And my drugs in the
It was either that or the pen
I woke up of the coma, waiting for a statement

The is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, head goes round and round
The is peeling, when the chips are down
You lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
Poppa left me all alone in the world to
But now I'm grown millionaires in my phone
A year past now God did and L

And I'm sick boy, with the wrong click
To think about that, I let the song stick
Uh, who's a limp? Please get me confused with him
I'm down to going all round lose or win

If I die ride the jeep through the little bride
strip block the projects is on my side
A gone by the hundred grand on my arm
Sick never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, nigga

The paint is peeling, when the chips are
You gotta all feeling, your head goes round and round
The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta all feeling, your head goes round and round