Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The Game
What the fuck is all this
He Cali he can't rap
He better than this nigga
That's my artist
Fuck y'all the breakdown

[Verse 1: The
No I'm comfortable dog
the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the like a hummer exhaust
Don't let fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they New York
Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New
tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No matter what you say dog shit be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you
Here's a little advice homey your raps
'cause that shit on your album ain't get you PLAQUES
nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 let Dre stitch you back
HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll to that
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the do that
12 bars for that bitch he live through that
Even a with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew
I'm To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through
You let your ears do that
Or later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin to back
Leavin Jersey City naw Hackensack
that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll you where the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is
That's five a bird take half of that
it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for
You what you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic
And I'm a you 3500 cash for that
Gotta your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mack
They believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the you can't have it back
Retirement home and nothing after that
you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to with timberland boots on
No subliminals I ain't talkin to you
I'm to that heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass let men toss his salad like croutons
I fuck with Fab get my DJ on
Sit inside Hot 97 no tools on
And it matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez take 'em back to k-day
They act like forgot about Dre-day
I rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking your stereo
me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz without the Desert blow
tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the rover wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't
Let me show you the stars you back to the car
Rewind time 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my
When Nas hit the I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my FASE he was seventeen
Two in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw niggaz a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We runnin through the alley like chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did without a mask
see Game gettin out a Jag
Two suit on he still got his rag
forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los without a pass
Everybody in New York know you a fag
Come out the closet show the how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said that so I my antennas
Look at my got a call 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 black
hopped out no Joe in here
Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry
Chrome grill with the logo
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain Bo know
of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game a broke nose
My bitch harder than you Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you you stand
runnin around New York like he the man
But he peed in his
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York the Son Of Sam
What you terrorize New York?
I mean expose pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too Short
Somebody Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New York no more like john
Gotta call 'cause i'mma break his ankles like
Ask niggaz from your I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any ? In the thermo
Wait till Alpo home
Like AZ Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
he know Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed they
Talkin blueprint you got three garages
Gettin off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he
I got R&B bitches me mnage's
Deep I could hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
a couple mil make Beans a offer
Give him we don't see that often
But it was all a like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to 'em
Just a little information for your summer
your chain 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit beat the out the Lakers
And they'll kill you 'cause THEY can't find Gary
Meanwhile the vacant and Da Band ain't makin it
got a new deal, Def Jam gotta pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after weighed him in
niggaz got beef G-Unit but ain't sayin shit
as a church on Tuesdays
Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do with a semi-automatic
With or traffic I pull my shit out and blast it
I'm blind to the like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder like a .38
16 bars of let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white
Spreadin rumors when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my I might clap 'em
'cause niggaz me in 2001
Took one in the heart 'cause I was too to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring that shit around my son
50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it to be walkin in Snoop's converse
show me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga shit crazy
Em said shit 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 that Suge GOT home
niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put Berretta on EM
When the is on my piece is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my socks time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call
Get the fuckin LAPD shot
Niggaz snitchin to the cops
Get your nephews and your shot
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I Dr. Dre doin Detox
Niggaz fightin for the that ain't shit
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe fit
Niggaz might think I'm dick
'cause I'M AT the puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they stand side 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 conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the
It might be loud to wake B.I.G and them up
What if was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and
I tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

[The talking]
Snoop got the crown nigga
What the fuck mad at me for
I ain't sold one record
I'm tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga
I ain't no
I rap I'm from Compton remember
You be out your motherfuckin mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk
I'll anyone of you motherfuckers

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