🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: One Night - The Game

 [Chorus:  Martin]
 I only  wit'chu, on two occasions
 When  drunk, when I'm high
 I would be broke, if  would be wit'chu
  is why it's fo' one night
 
 [The Game]
 I'm  motherfuckin' gang-bangin' nightmare,
 Wake  motherfuckers!
 I traded in my white Nike 
 For a red pair of Converse,  to the hood,
 My own niggaz actin' like I turned my back  the hood.
 I used  rap money to put crack in the hood,
 Even brought the nigga  Dre back to the hood.
 I showed niggaz the Bentley then let  drive it,
 Gone for two days and I ain't even  the mileage.
 When we was fightin' with  it wasn't about no dollars;
  was about sellin' dope to put our kids through college.
 I'm sittin' on the block,  for hours,
  my tears cause now half of my niggaz is cowards.
 And I was still fuckin' with  after I got shot,
 and didn't  one hospital visit.
 My homey Snoop told  it'd be days like this,
 It hurt my heart, to  this shit:
 
  w/ ad libs]
 
 [The Game]
 Red bandana  my back pocket, I'm for real,
 This ain't a  color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell.
 I don't front about shit I pull  gun up out shit;
 And let everythin' fly to keep my son up outta 
  thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap;
 Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car 
 My baby momma  four shells, I ain't get
 one "Keep your head up", all I got was  it real."
 Keep it real  niggaz?
 Last  alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggaz!
 After the  I stayed right there;
 Took you to award shows, "There go J  there."
 "Where?", "Right there!" I had all  niggaz in suits,
 Cleaner  a pair of fresh Nike Airs.
 I'm supposed to enjoy this  but it's quite clear;
 The last twelve months been a fuckin' 
 
 [Chorus w/  libs]
 
 [The Game]
 This shit worse than arguin with my 
  done been through more ups and downs, than a Impala switch.
 Get'cho hand out my pocket nigga, go 
 I was born by myself so I  owe y'all shit!
 Nigga you tell me, what'chu want  to do;
 Drop my son off at home and  bang wit'chu?
 Oh, now it's "Fuck Game",  nigga, FUCK YOU!
 ...I put that on my life, matter fact, that's  Piru.
 And  reality is, I could die too,
 And end up in  cemetery, right beside you.
 We can both rot, angels flyin  my head stone,
  the devils inside yo' box.
 You wanted my shine so I gave  ice,
 Then I gave  a second chance and you played me twice.
 Couldn't be a real homeboy to  yo' life...
 I shoulda took Dr. Dre's 
 
  w/ ad libs]
 
 [Outro - Andrea 
 Black Wall  fo' life.
 Only fuck with you  two occasions,
 When I'm out of my mind,  when I'm high...
 I only,  with you...