Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Heard

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

[Ludacris - 2]

Just down at L.A.X. LUDA!
right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?

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

[The - Verse 3]
See I come from the bottom and they me The Game
But I'm happy that 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 some
But I ain't buyin' that the 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 ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And poppin' wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm certified, my niggas make the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, told Curtis bye
So I'ma it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh jail, I know you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap