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 niggas two times Dr.
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya smell
This is right here
What-what,
Yeah, a toast to the boogie baby
Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie,
Yeah, you know! What's Dre?

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

Somehow, tell '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!
Damn girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga
Hangin' in the club, with my Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?)
The Great American Hope, done hooked up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I the facade
Your little is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, bounce with us
Standin' over you with a gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to and dust to dust
I might leave in the body bag, but in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not enough
When things get rough I'm in the club with Puff
Bitch, please, you have a mental disease
the position and get back down on your knees, come on

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

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

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

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

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