Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

Man, what's up with these niggaz out
Mad at us we on top
I to see niggaz gettin money
Better get it the gettin is good
Get it you can, man
And stop me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours

[Dr.

I'm seeing millions, dont understand
what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to up, will he style like this
I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix like
V.I.P., my shit valet
on the prowl to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still
Im eatin while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the world
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the heat holder
these playas best to get shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a deck

[Chorus: Ice

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

Buck the whole
that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry gats
Super fist fightin shit might come to dyin
When the time comes for the tryin I got nine
why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste
Audi little something out the a my trousers
with no I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know they face
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody dies
there aint no escapin the Reaper so try
Go ahead, ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been by true soldiers
31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

Smokin weed I never trail, I
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a like it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the do
I'm you
shit's thick, its time to run for
I kept the word, things could to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin outta
Fadin, in and out, takin hazes
The dazes, in the last stages
Red skys institute, the horns playin
Im with tears in my eyes
Cuz I'm tryin to it into eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my bank account beams on my rover
the killa failed to his attack (the game is over)

Ice Cube]

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