Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Ii

Yeah what-up
Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't!
Ah! didn't do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on these niggas two Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya that?
This is right here
What-what,
Yeah, a toast to the boogie baby
Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie,
Yeah, you know! crackin' Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick mo' simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit and start riots like Limp (Limp Bizkit)
on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of
Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas from
From Long Beach to Central
Whoa, not these again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers
(Hehe) You and what army harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Beach
(East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the way
I got a long uz', and I it all day
(Blaow!) it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre,
But I

Somehow, someway 'em, nigga
You know about (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party crackin' the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run
Got about guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!
baby girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
Only that I trust, is me
around and make me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

I'm the nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox God
All jokes aside, bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, to bust
It's like to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? just not rugged enough
things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back on your knees, come on

And you don't wanna fuck, with me
nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this
That's, the devil, always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
Only nigga I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, heat
That's, the devil, they always dance

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til White
Pickets the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the gives me the right
To say what I like, and around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, to leave
Run from home and grow to be as evil as me
I want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a on T-V
Or heard the C-D usin' the fag word so
just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my dick, you fagot
You now?
Look
I start some trouble that I go (that I go)
Ask the in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the do' (the back do')
back and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this
That's, the devil, always wanna dance

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
Only nigga I trust, is me
Fuck around and me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
on, yeah!