Luyện nghe bài hát G.a.m.e.

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[The
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of
Got niggaz to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit back like Jada's CD
I'll put your on that Kenwood TV
So you can see in 3D, it's right there dog
And the behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna
if 22's on the truck, me coochie yet
But I through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the yet
Better have glock stuffed tonight
I'm through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust

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

Game]
Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like in Vegas
You can't Then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe 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 blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they
if they came through in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these on that "Cali Love" shit
niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King
Comin hard, Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a 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 them niggaz, that shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can out
air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left right
N-O-B-L-E,
We bubble with ease, and I double my
I got out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, hide yo' ass
for a long time if you fuckin with mine
It's a thin line dog between the and the fraud
We your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of motherfucker standin to the God
The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the
Young Noble and the homey flamin heat, c'mon