Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Ii

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

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

Somehow, someway tell 'em,
You know Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm from
I get the crackin' from 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!
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?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, hooked up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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

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

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

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

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope every night
if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the world me the right
To say what I like, and walk around the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as as me
I want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent being in me
It just be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is cause is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So you see me, dressin' up like a nerd 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?
Suck my dick, you fagot
You happy
Look
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some they throw me out the back do' (the back do')
Come back and shoot the club up a four-four (a four-four)

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

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

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