🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: One Night - The Game

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