Luyện nghe bài hát Games Over

Better get it the gettin' is good
Get it you can, man
And hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours

I'm seeing millions, don't understand
Know I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
Will he style this everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix Alezay

V.I.P., my shit parked
On the prowl again to get honies familiar the smile again
Some try to Dre, it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak they struggle to break the slave mentality

I livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I fought and made the listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented, on the box
And let my son these studio clowns on 60 inches

I push a rover, shit platinum before the over
Rap master with the heat holder
playas best to get they shit in check
I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a deck

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And Lord please let me mo cheese
I ain't quite ready to leave
(No)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord please let me make mo
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to
(No)

the whole world, meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they
Super fist fightin' might come down to dyin'
When the time comes down for the I got nine

Reasons why shouldn't step in my face
the nonsense, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my
no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya

I down ya, so let people know what they face
With the type of individual that'll a sub-station
Kaboom and dies outside
There ain't no escapin' the Reaper so try

Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to
Face down, hit, bleedin' on the steps a
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true
31st, 96
(The is over)

please, murda my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And Lord let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(No)

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite to leave
(No)

(I've got all my life to live, plus all my love to give)
weed I never trail, I lead
Spendin' dough, the cost of a ride
Like it was money, Gs
But these are the things playas do

Talkin' is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick, time to run for shelter
I the word, things could happen to marks
Like it was skelter

diary, I'm runnin' outta pages
Fadin', in and out, purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns

I'm with tears in my eyes
'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace dyin'
But they eyein' my bank account with on my rover
The killa to launch his attack
(The is over)

Lord please, my enemies
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a degrees
And Lord let me make mo cheese
I ain't quite ready to leave
(No)

Lord please, murda my
(Yeah)
Burn 'em at a thousand
And please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't ready to leave
(No)