Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, flood or clock the out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get your shit pushed back Jada's CD
I'll put brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's right dog
And the Game the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna
if on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, tecs
Got Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that stuffed tonight
I'm comin through Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

[Chorus 2X: The
Getting Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Envy, all my dough
a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the hangouts

[The
Lace your tips, your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't Then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, is hot
And every nigga cry when he hit, the more pain
the more blood drain, he ain't survivin
And your ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for
The Game the reason all niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, you out of that 6
Fuck you up one time'll do
And I y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came a cop
Pointin fingers at niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right
Me and Game have you left there
N-O-B-L-E,
We with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll yo' ass
for a long time if you fuckin with mine
It's a line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game heat, c'mon