Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get your shit pushed back like CD
I'll put your brains on Kenwood TV
So you can see in 3D, it's right there dog
And the Game behind the is a nightmare dog
If pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike on
check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, me coochie yet
But I through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't the movie yet
Better have that stuffed tonight
I'm through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

2X: The Game]
Getting Money Easy, all I know
The All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta

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

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you with a cop
Pointin at them 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 there
Me and Game have you right 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 out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
for a long time if you ever fuckin mine
It's a thin dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers the streets
Young Noble and the Game flamin heat, c'mon