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 tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit pushed like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on that TV
So you can see in 3D, it's right there dog
And the Game the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I share 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 Harlem 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 Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block tonight

[Chorus 2X: The
Getting American Money Easy, all I
The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it out
range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

[The
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in
You can't Then it's probably the haters
Can't then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
I give a dog, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the pain
the more blood drain, he ain't survivin
And your niggaz ain't ride for shit, they know
if came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, 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 dare to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out jaw
Turn your round into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and it

[Young
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came a cop
Pointin fingers at niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right
Me and have you left right 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 out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
for a long time if you fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the
You the of motherfucker standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game heat, c'mon