🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: One Night - The Game

  Andrea Martin]
 I only fuck wit'chu, on  occasions
  I'm drunk, when I'm high
 I would be broke,  I would be wit'chu
 That is why it's fo'  night
 
 [The Game]
 I'm a  gang-bangin' nightmare,
 Wake  motherfuckers!
 I traded in my white  Airs,
 For a red pair of Converse, back to the 
 My own niggaz actin' like I turned my back on the 
 I used my rap money to put  in the hood,
 Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back  the hood.
 I showed niggaz the Bentley  let you drive it,
 Gone for two days and I  even check 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, reminiscin' for 
  my tears cause now half of my niggaz is cowards.
  I was still fuckin' with niggaz, after I got shot,
 and didn't  one hospital visit.
 My homey Snoop told  it'd be days like this,
 It hurt my  to say this shit:
 
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 [The Game]
 Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for 
  ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell.
 I  front about shit I pull my gun up out shit;
 And let  fly to keep my son up outta this.
 I thought you loved  nigga, talk is cheap;
 Remember,  bulletholes in my son's car seat?
 My baby momma found  shells, I ain't get
 one  your head up", all I got was "Keep it real."
 Keep it  my niggaz?
 Last year alone I spent one  five mill' on my niggaz!
 After the bullshit, I  right there;
 Took you to award shows, "There  J right there."
 "Where?", "Right there!" I had all  niggaz in suits,
 Cleaner  a pair of fresh Nike Airs.
 I'm supposed to enjoy  shit, but it's quite clear;
 The last twelve  been a fuckin' nightmare!
 
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 [The Game]
  shit worse than arguin with my bitch;
 I done been through more  and downs, than a Impala switch.
 Get'cho hand out my  nigga, go fish;
 I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all 
 Nigga you tell me, what'chu want me  do;
 Drop my son off at home and come  wit'chu?
  now it's "Fuck Game", nah, nigga, FUCK YOU!
 ...I put that  my life, matter fact, that's on Piru.
 And  reality is, I could die too,
 And end up in the cemetery,  beside you.
 We can both rot, angels  over my head stone,
  the devils inside yo' box.
  wanted my shine so I gave you 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 
 
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  - Andrea Martin]
 Black Wall Street  life.
 Only fuck  you on two occasions,
 When I'm out of  mind, or when I'm high...
  only, fuck with you...