Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[19 second instrumental to

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

2X: The Game]
Getting American Money Easy, all I
The Gangsta All Envy, all my dough
It's a coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta

[The
your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? it's probably the haters
Can't then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
the blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't ride for shit, they know
if came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King
Comin hard, Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn round 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 fingers at them niggaz, that kept hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, we can bang out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I double my
I got niggaz out in Compton that'll yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll yo' ass
for a long time if you fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog the real and the fraud
We killin squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers the streets
Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon