Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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

[Chorus 2X: The
American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Envy, all my dough
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it out
Shots range out, for all the hangouts

Game]
Lace your tips, polish gators, we like odds in Vegas
You ball? Then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a fuck dog, is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the more drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, know
if they came everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, die for this
The Game the all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, you out of that 6
you up like 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 a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game you left right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton find 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 your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon