Luyện nghe bài hát Game Over - DrDre

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

[Dr.

I'm millions, niggaz 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 parked
on the again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still
Im eatin steak while they to break the slave mentality
I livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the listen
fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit before the sessions over
rap master the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on no playin with a full deck

Ice Cube]

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

Buck the whole
meant that, gotta stay
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, they gats
Super fist fightin shit might come down to
When the comes down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my
the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the a my trousers
no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people what they face
with the of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody outside
there 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 been invaded by true
31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus: Ice

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

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

[Dr.

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

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

[Chorus: Ice

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