Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the is all this noise?
He from Cali he rap
He better than this nigga
That's my favorite
Fuck hear the breakdown

1: The Game]
No I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo right up under me dog
And it feel I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the ones that we lost
You ain't gotta for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your be whack
You better what you say it might get you clapped
a little advice homey switch your raps
'cause that shit on your album ain't get you PLAQUES
What nigga you need a gun? get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre you back
HE AIN'T A niggaz I'll admit to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do
12 for that bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew
Put a gun in his yeah, yeah do that
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G that
He eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to
Leavin Jersey naw nigga Hackensack
that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from where the roaches and is at
Come to Compton show you where the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
the advance money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him is back
That's nine a bird take half of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the ask for Black
You know what you started with him half of that
He gon you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a give you cash for that
keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They won't believe you the whole know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing that
Except you layin in a casket
Suit on you go to heaven with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't to you Shawn
I'm talkin to heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men toss his salad croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit Hot 97 with no tools on
And it don't matter IF it's or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em to k-day
They act they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they AJ
It's me leaking through your
Envy me AS AN prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without lettin the blow
Razor and I'm far from Haitian son
All black the range rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the stars take you to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was rockin knee-highs
Runnin my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz from a rival gang Dre
Ran up on the '64 and all she wrote
We runnin the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
murder and I did that without a mask
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two piece on he still got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
Everybody in New York that you a fag
out the closet show the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red
Naw he couldn't have that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a from Santana
That nigga a pussy we saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first thing smokin to
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in
Just Outkast gettin for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the logo
We watched Hov go now the waitin for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain Bo know
Have of these rap is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on to play The Game with a broke nose
My harder than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the
Run up you to die I'll leave you where you stand
runnin around New York like he the man
But he peed in his
he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
you mean terrorize New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass like I'm Too Short
tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Park
He can't walk through New York no more like STARKS
Gotta 'cause i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough IN 5
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till Alpo come
Like AZ from Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he know departed
And these rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint shit you got garages
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your chain like these is flawless
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep massages I hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's
Buy and get Lil' E involved in
Promote without that magazine in
Take a couple mil make Beans a
Give him money we don't see often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in
I my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive and we ain't need keys to start 'em
a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain 'cause every in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't find Gary
the throne vacant and Da Band ain't makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
Jones got knocked out shortly after they weighed him in
niggaz got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in
kids but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that wagon
Let him die and back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the he reach for my chain I might clap 'em
'cause shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in
And Sha Money me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna none of they beats
Nigga shit crazy
Em said some when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I forgive him I got of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge GOT
These niggaz is birds I can see the on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra in my Reeboks
'cause I'm in and out my every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
Niggaz snitchin to the street
Get your nephews and niece shot
With my heat cocked in the stop
Nigga witta attitude I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
Niggaz might I'm ridin dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand by side again and live it up
might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts me and my bitch in the truck
My tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE hit him up
I wouldn't be 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s he carry a pimp cup

Game talking]
Snoop got the crown nigga
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't one fuckin record
I'm just to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I no threat
I can't rap I'm from Compton
You gotta be out your motherfuckin
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Kid, ask Funk Flex
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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