🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: One Night - The Game

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