Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, flood or clock the out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit back like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's right dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm here dog
I'm on the block, Nike Airs on
check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, give me yet
But I come through in the new GS two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but seen the movie yet
Better have glock stuffed tonight
I'm through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

2X: The Game]
Getting American Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my
a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta

Game]
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in
You can't ball? Then probably the haters
breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a dog, bullets is hot
And every gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
the more blood drain, he ain't survivin
And your ain't gon' 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 niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of 6
Fuck you up one time'll do
And I y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin out your jaw
your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
Learn about your and we right there
Me and Game have you right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I double my
I got niggaz out in that'll 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 dog between the real and the fraud
We your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker next to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat,