Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with these niggaz out
Mad at us we on top
I love to see gettin money
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 millions, niggaz dont understand
know Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to up, will he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip Henne and
stay in the mix Alezay
V.I.P., my parked valet
on the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still
Im eatin steak they struggle to break the slave mentality
I livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the world
Whatever fly Dr. Dre
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio on 60 inches
I a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the heat holder
these playas to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on no playin with a full deck

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the world
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fist fightin might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got
reasons why niggaz step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my
with no hesitation I got a to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people what they face
with the type of individual bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
there aint no escapin the Reaper so try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to
Face down, hit, bleedin on the a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the is over)

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Dr.

Smokin weed I trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the things playas do
talkin is real things that the hatas 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 purple
The dazes, in the last stages
Red institute, the silent horns playin
Im with tears in my eyes
Cuz I'm tryin to it into eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my account with beams on my rover
the killa to launch his attack (the game is over)

Ice Cube]

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