Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with these out here
Mad at us we on top
I love to see gettin money
Better get it the gettin is good
Get it you can, man
And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got hustle than you
Get yours, get baby

[Dr.

I'm seeing millions, dont understand
what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to blow up, he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip Henne and
stay in the mix like
V.I.P., my shit parked
on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the again
some try to Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they to break the slave mentality
I givin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60
I push a rover, shit before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston holder
these playas to get they shit in check
cuz I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

[Chorus: Ice

Lord please, my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a degrees
And lord please let me mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite to leave (No)

Buck the world
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fist fightin shit might down to dyin
When the comes down for the tryin I got nine
why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always and you can taste this
Audi little out the seams a my trousers
with no I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know they face
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
there aint no escapin the so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the to step?
down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

[Chorus: Ice

please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand
And lord please let me make mo
Cuz I aint quite ready to (No)

(I've got all my to live, plus with all my love to give)

[Dr.

weed I never trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was money, Gs
but these are the things real do
talkin shit is things that the hatas do
I'm you
shit's thick, its to run for shelter
I kept the word, things happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm outta pages
Fadin, in and out, purple hazes
The dazes, in the last stages
Red skys institute, the silent playin
Im prayin tears in my eyes
Cuz I'm tryin to it into eternal peace without dyin
But eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his (the game is over)

Ice Cube]

Lord please, murda my (Yeah)
em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me mo cheese
Cuz I quite ready to leave (No)