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 here
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 kick mo' simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit and start riots Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and of cars
Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas Crenshaw
Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas
grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with from Long Beach
(East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to at me the wrong 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' from the that I be spittin' 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 what's name?
I forgot, you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, hooked up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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, they always dance

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

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

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

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch
Back up, in the, 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, in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a 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 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 you've 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 the C-D usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me being me, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You happy
Look
I start some everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they me out the back do' (the back do')
Come and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

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 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 wanna dance

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