Luyện nghe bài hát Get Chopped

Game be focused upon, game
If you ain't got game you ain't got
(What you say)
If you got game you ain't got nathin', game
(Then it)

A nigga spent his last of cash
Hopin' that the plane crash
Out the task while teachin' they ass
Bouts the other side of the

Uh, I spits the truth from the soil
See 340 in ya pager, the code
Hit me back you know he's busy off the hook
Plus the hurricane got him too took

Drug instances, chances
Circumstances, gigantic ass enhancements
Keep on though, don't quit
Game related, comin' from the click

Now that I made the leagues
big KI's
Niggas from my block tryin' to see me
I came up too fast for them punks

Now fools wants to kick in my door
Bringin' the change if you think that you can fuck with this
Bam, pops to the bitch
hate to see a true nigga flamboast
Bringin' in net than gross

They wants to in my spot, boom get chopped
They wanna me for what I got, boom get chopped
They wants to strike through my block, get chopped
But I'm up on plot, boom get chopped

Bitch, evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench
Gotta a couple loose like the Grinch
Problem child ain't got no problem with
Lose me temper, lose me but on the same token

He ain't bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'
You failized I ya whole family wear and taken
hatin' haters get put in they place
Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the

from the other side of town be talkin' big shit
Actin' like they wanna with my click
But the shit ain't fuck the rap game
Hill side nigga on a mission to

My spot in society
South side niggas just jealous, doubt me
niggas lookin' for a reason
Kick off a rucus to start the season

They wants to kick in my spot, get chopped
wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped
They wants to strike my block, boom get chopped
But I'm up on plot, boom get chopped

I fucks ya, ya bitch
Nigga get rich, fool don't you this the click
Be the SL's what a nigga straight smash
One thousand in cash

Follow the leader, on how this thing gets deeper
The more I teach 'em the I get
Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy kill me
But what they don't is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee

Fuck 'em and feed 'em, pistol whip they ass and 'em
Stuck 'em and read 'em, find out where they snooze and 'em
You pearl tongues need to workin' for the cops
Rot heads get no props, beotch