Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Ii

Yeah what-up
Nu-uh, nu-uh he didn't!
Ah! They do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on niggas two times Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya that?
This is right here
What-what,
Yeah, it's a toast to the baby
Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie,
Yeah, you know! crackin' Dre?

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

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

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

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

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

And you really wanna fuck, with me
Only that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

Aw naw, big dog
pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy
Pickets the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the world gives me the
To say what I like, and around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid the 'burbs
at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from and grow to be as evil as me
I want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there's a human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've seeing this me
Is cause is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a on T-V
Or the C-D usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me me, here want me to tone it down?
my fuckin' dick, you fagot
You happy
Look
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause 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 really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga I trust, is me
Fuck around and me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they always dance

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

2001 and
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
on, yeah!