Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Heard

[The Game - 1]
You see cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with them cars, I'm a big ass kid
Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we cops and robbers
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public
And that top chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond is (Bright)
As them Las lights
It be the same in California when I'm ridin' at
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and Broadway
Havin' meetings all day, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra Banks on my arm, and crash any party
Yeah, it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda I was back
Turn on the it's a rap

- Verse 2]

Just touched at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's right! up Game? Fresh out huh?

you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, ass like Lex Luger
My long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya
My the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that kush, smokin' like a muffler
So red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' abortions
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the zone
dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as like I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, press the detonator, like
out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap

[The Game - 3]
See I come from the bottom and they me The Game
But I'm just happy Beyonce know my name
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me brains
But I ain't buyin' the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't me spit
Like sellin' seven million records ain't the
I win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas the murder rise
Readin' my fan in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'ma break it down for them niggas in the
Slow it down put this Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. and Tommy Lee know what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap