Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[19 second instrumental to

Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
Get shit pushed 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 might it dog, beef I'm right 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 with two, three
Got niggaz Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't the movie yet
Better have that glock tonight
I'm comin through with Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

[Chorus 2X: The
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

Game]
Lace your tips, polish gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball? it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then 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 more blood drain, he ain't shit
And your niggaz gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love"
niggaz 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 Boulevard
hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, kept 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 about your 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 that'll yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, hide yo' ass
for a long if you ever fuckin with mine
It's a line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy in the yard
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey flamin heat, c'mon