Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Ii

Yeah Detroit?
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 special right
What-what,
Yeah, a toast to the boogie 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 Slim's shit and start riots Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til 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 from
From Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas
These ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Beach
(East-side!) Came a way, to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to at me the wrong way
I got a uz', and I carry it all day
(Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just Andre,
But I

Somehow, someway 'em, nigga
You know 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 about fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang!
Damn baby girl your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga
in the club, with my nephew Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
the King of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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

I'm the head in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, I expose the facade
Your lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, bounce with us
Standin' you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to
I might leave in the body bag, but in cuffs
So who do you trust? just not rugged enough
When get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you must a mental disease
Assume the and get back down on your knees, come on

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

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, they always wanna

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, 'til White
Pickets the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the misery, what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and walk around the bird
Livin' the urban life, a white kid from the 'burbs
at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and to be as evil as me
I just want you all to me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent 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 this
So when you see me, dressin' up a nerd on T-V
Or heard the C-D usin' the fag word so
It's just me being me, here want me to it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You now?
here
I start some trouble that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they me out the back do' (the back do')
back and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

And you don't really 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 fuck, with me
Only nigga 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!