Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get shit pushed back like Jada's CD
I'll put your on that Kenwood 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 share it dog, beef I'm here dog
I'm on the block, white Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, wanna know
if on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin the new G. Dep
Tryin to my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that glock tonight
I'm through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

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Getting American Money Easy, all I
The Gangsta All Envy, all my dough
It's a coast knot, watch, let it bang out
range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

[The
Lace your tips, polish gators, we like odds in Vegas
You ball? Then it's probably the haters
Can't then it's 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 blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' for shit, they know
if they came everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, 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 like one do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie pullin bullets 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 stain on block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at niggaz, that kept shit hot
to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
about your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game you left right there
N-O-B-L-E,
We with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, hide yo' ass
for a long if you ever fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog between the and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy in the yard
You the type of motherfucker next to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game heat, c'mon