Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part 2

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! crackin' Dre?

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

Somehow, someway tell 'em,
You know Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and 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 guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!
baby girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great American Hope, done hooked up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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

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

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, always wanna dance

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

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 Interscope offices every
What if he's 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 walk flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the
at night of screamin' 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 human in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this
So you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on T-V
Or the C-D usin' the fag word so freely
just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my dick, you fagot
You now?
here
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause know)
I start some they throw me out the back do' (the back do')
Come back and shoot the up with a four-four (a four-four)

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

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, always wanna dance

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