Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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

2X: The Game]
Getting American Easy, all I know
The All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
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 in Vegas
You can't ball? Then probably the haters
breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I a fuck dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the more drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for
The Game the reason all these niggaz on "Cali Love" shit
Compton get grimy too, pull 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 pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round 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 them niggaz, kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, we can bang out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn about your and we right there
Me and Game have you left there
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I my cheese
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 ever fuckin with
It's a thin dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat,