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 niggaz gettin
get it while 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
know what? Im makin moves, puttin behind plans
to blow up, will he style like
everyday I parlay, sip and Tanqueray
stay in the mix Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin definition as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the listen
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston heat
these playas best to get they shit in
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a deck

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the whole
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fightin shit might come down to dyin
When the time comes for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi little something out the a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a 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 dies
there aint no the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self, you been invaded by true soldiers
31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

Smokin weed I never trail, I
spendin dough, tripped the of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
but are the things real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter

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

[Chorus: Ice

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