Luyện nghe bài hát runnin The Game

You can lick the on a stick
If you don't that I'm the ish
You mad 'cause you like some lips on a big tit
Hoe? No, I'ma
Ice then fiber glass
without a lab
Don't hide 'cause ya ass
Chamillion is mad
I'm rich I'ma crab
Make niggas rewind it
wanna sign my ass
So much..ice on my
under my nose, on my
These be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's
walkin' Fort Knox
Oops, my fork
It's okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and
At a chinese buffet, trickin' you got to get
No respect, never let you can't have her set
Her boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where that went"
When I grab ya ass and then act it was a accident
I'ma walkin' accident 'cause everywhere I go I
I'm as throwed as what ya throw to pet when playin' fetch
Wanna crawl off wet, I see a goofy group of groupies
'cause you wrapped in Coogi and Gucci don't you ain't a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, play with fake breasts
All day at my rich swishahouse, to raise the bets
Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I I make fresh
me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck
Yes, damn that was I was gonna say next
But rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake breasts
Believe I keep heat and got that heat seek
My got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep*
My pager got more pages a Webster's Dictionary
I pull work in a busy gravedigger in a cemetary
Nigga you got *Powww* we ate flesh
who that gotta deep-hole in ya A-Virex
Got her bouncin' fake checks
So the face sex
'cause I'm the throwdest to wreck and kill tape decks