Luyện nghe bài hát Peep Game

So what the fuck you talkin'

Goody, goody, gumdrops, nigga, get your
An' your gun cocked, rock it 'til the stops
Hip hop, even if my shit flop
An' it probably wouldn't stop, talk an' get socked

How ya 'em? Know a realer, nigga? You could bring him
If I don't the shit, I'll kick it, we could sway him
As if I know ya, then I show ya
But if I know, I got a fo'-fo' fo' ya

So, so peep game at blank range
The fame change what the game maintains
Strange, wind the grain
Aw, shit, flick or no flick, I for no bitch

Catch up on your pimpin', I ain't simpin', dis her
Couldn't be my sister if she actin' like I her
me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me?
Don't these niggas that neither one of y'all can flay me?

I big, I ain't buff, I ain't Diesel
But fuck wit Tupac an' pop goes the
Me an' Threat a bet on how many fellas
jack a mothafuckin' real nigga 'coz they jealous

They do it for the fame, explain,
What's in a name, what's in a name? game

Punk bitch, how ya me now?
Can't fuck around wit the funky
Put it together a puzzle builder
If Trenton don't getcha, gon' kill ya

Killa Cali, the state they kill
wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill?
The bitches funny, feel 'em at me, feel 'em at me
Wit minds on they Heaven, wit they 3 5 7

Where you at? On the freeway, in LA
Okay, see you when get here, loc,
I am, here I am, goddamn, that was quick
Told ya I was comin', who is that? Is your woman?

Na, that's a hooch lookin' for some juice
What's up my nigga? ya know, a nigga got a little bigger
That's all folks know, fat ropes
Gotta keep a low key for my attack I approach

I the diamonds, the pearls, the round the way girls
'Coz baby got, baby got backs out world
you give a fee? Never, fly like a feather
Make more money than your father an' your momma put

The is to be sold, not to be told
So buy it, afford it?
Low budget gotta brother, peep game

Punk bitch, how ya me now?
Can't around wit the funky style
Put it together like a builder
If Trenton don't getcha, gon' kill ya

Don't sell out, get the out
'Coz here I come, hit 'em my bop gun
They an' they blast, we got wit they ass
An' oh, pop this an' all the rest of that mess

Comin' through like 2
Bruise your 'coz we ain't afraid of you
You know what time it is wit me the clock strike 3
They go for coo coo like Puffs, ooh, wee

Punk bitch, how ya me now?
Can't around wit the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle
If Trenton don't getcha, gon' kill ya

Time to get paid, time to get paid,
Time to the West, on me, nothin' but a vest
Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the
First sucka jump, sucka die

Gimme mine, gimme mine, mine like I told ya
Hard as a boulder, mothafuckin'
Boom bam boom, it's a up
Vice President Dan Quayle eat a dick up, game

Punk bitch, how ya like me
Can't fuck wit the funky style
Put it together like a builder
If Trenton don't getcha, gon' kill ya

bitch, how ya like me now?
Can't fuck wit the funky style
Put it together like a builder
If Trenton don't getcha, gon' kill ya

bitch, fuck all those mothafuckas
They all can eat a dick up
Word up, fuck the police, I don't a fuck
in this mothafucka, boy

Big up, big up to the criminals, 'em
This is business, yeah, Microphone Mafia
Tupac, Threat, Bobcat, 93
Yeah, nigga,