Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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

2X: The Game]
Getting American Money Easy, all I
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it out
Shots range out, for all the hangouts

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

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