Luyện nghe bài hát 200 Bars and Runnin'

The talking]
What the is all this noise?
He Cali he can't rap
He better than this nigga
my favorite artist
Fuck y'all the breakdown

1: The Game]
No detox I'm dog
Like the Reeboks right up under me dog
And it like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves a hummer exhaust
Don't let fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones we lost
You gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source
But I up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red when he come in New York
Hip-hop police on me think they New York
Till I my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
'cause Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New
And homey strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me
No what you say dog your shit be whack
You watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey switch your
'cause that shit on last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you
HE AIN'T A Industry I'll admit to that
But I don't even your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 for that bitch he won't live through that
Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do
He a (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G knew
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his through that
You cocksucker let ears do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now to rap
2 continentals sittin back to back
Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack
Where's somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from the roaches and rats is at
Come to I'll show you where the racquet's at
Down the from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T to rap
Break Harry-O out him crack is back
That's nine five a take half of that
Import it, export it in cracker
you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you started with give him half of
He gon give you 50 g's in a sack
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for
Gotta keep your closed or I'm a blast the Mack
won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you the throne you can't have it back
Retirement and ain't nothing after that
Except you layin in a black
Suit on you go to heaven with timberland boots on
No I ain't talkin to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse no jewels on
Who the put you on
Faggot ass nigga let men his salad like croutons
I with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 with no on
And it don't matter IF Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez take 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot Dre-day
I don't rap for that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through stereo
Envy me AS AN prepare for your burial
I kill niggaz lettin the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far Haitian son
All black like the range wheels
niggaz whisper around The Game like The Game won't
Let me show you the take you back to the car
Rewind time march 3,
I was only in my deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the
Saw niggaz from a rival gang Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she
We through the alley like Bishop chasin Raheem Ass
First murder and I did that without a
Fast-forward see gettin out a Jag
Two suit on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he still got his
Let me catch you in Los Angeles a pass
Everybody in New know that you a fag
Come out the closet show the how to use a pad
Speakin on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call Santana
That nigga a pussy we just saw him in
So I on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security out no Joe in here
Just Outkast gettin for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 in the cherry 'lo-lo
grill with the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world for my solo
I'm the man Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo
Have of these rap is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the of the .44
And on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose
My bitch harder than you yeah Vita
I sold one record got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you you stand
Smurf-ette runnin around New like he the man
But he peed in his
When he saw us at Jam
Lucky I there I had to bury my man
Or I terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean New York?
I mean expose these pussy ass niggaz like I'm Too
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central
He can't walk through New York no more john STARKS
Gotta call 'cause break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask from your hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop ? In the
Wait Alpo come home
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
'cause he Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed they
Talkin blueprint shit you got three
Gettin money off Roc little E and carter
Showin off your little chain these is flawless
him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B givin me mnage's
Deep massages I could hear talkin
me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get E involved in
Promote without magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make a offer
him money we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in
I ain't say you won't see in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in
I'm Compton where niggaz used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for your vacation
Bring your 'cause every nigga in L.A. waitin
Mad 'cause Detroit the shit out the Lakers
And they'll kill you THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band makin it
Shyne got a new deal, Def Jam pay us
PLAYBOY Jones got knocked out shortly after weighed him in
niggaz got beef with but ain't sayin shit
Quiet as a on Tuesdays
say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
Nigga I'm a hazard like Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a
With or without traffic I pull my shit out and it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie without glasses
I'm a spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars of baggum let the toe tag 'em
Murder any MC 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I clap 'em
'cause shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police my gun
So I don't bring gangbangin shit around my son
Nigga 50 took 9 he how it feel
And I found out got shot up in CaShville
And Sha told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And just came home G-G-G-Unit
at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it to be walkin in Snoop's converse
Niggaz show me when they see me in the streets
But they frown I don't wanna hear none of they beats
Nigga this crazy
Em said some shit when was 16 now tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know Suge GOT home
niggaz is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the I put this Berretta on EM
When the beef is on my is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my
'cause I'm in and out my socks time I see cops
Game got the streets call 9-1-1
Get the whole fuckin LAPD
snitchin to the street cops
Get nephews and your niece shot
my heat cocked in the beach stop
Nigga witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre Detox
Niggaz fightin for the throne that ain't
to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
Niggaz might think I'm dick
'cause I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my
Tryin to talk TO Jesus into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could side by side again and live it up
This might be the last you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts me and my bitch in the truck
My tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be enough to wake B.I.G and them up
if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I is its luck
They got me on MTV Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s he carry a pimp cup

[The Game
Dogg got the crown nigga
What the y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one fuckin
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my nigga
I ain't no
I can't rap I'm from remember
You gotta be out your motherfuckin
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk
murder anyone of you motherfuckers

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