Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part 2

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

let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit and start riots like Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) of these crowds that Slim draws
Is as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas Crenshaw
From Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these again
These grown-ass ignorant men with again
(Hehe) You and what could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with from Long Beach
(East-side!) Came a long way, to 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, bein' Andre,
But I

Somehow, tell 'em, nigga
You know about (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party from the shit 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!
baby girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga
Hangin' in the club, my nephew Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?)
The Great American Hope, done hooked up
With the King of the West coast, bay-bay!

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

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

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

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 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 Timothy
Pickets outside the Interscope offices night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a
Off of the misery, what in the world gives me the right
To say I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as as me
I just 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 this is me now, the recent dude being this mean
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 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 cause they (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the do')
Come back and the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

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, they wanna dance

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

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