Luyện nghe bài hát When The Chips Are Down

These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get ass lay down

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

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

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

Let nigga feel my spot
If a steal from me, it's the steel 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 is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your goes round and round
The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your goes round and round

Banks, they think I'm replacement
Nah, I ball the G-unit walking through the matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, I got no patience
So he put me 50 cent, now I got a face-lift

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

All I could think about was I had my
And my in the basement
It was either or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, waiting for a statement

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

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

And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong
To think about that, before I let the song
Uh, who's a Please don't get me confused with him
'Cause I'm to going all round lose or win

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

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