Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

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

Ice Cube]

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

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

Ice Cube]

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

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

[Dr.

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

Dear diary, I'm outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns
Im prayin with tears in my
Cuz I'm tryin to make it eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my bank with beams on my rover
the killa to launch his attack (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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