Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part Ii

Yeah Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh he didn't!
Ah! They do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on these niggas two 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! crackin' Dre?

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

Somehow, tell 'em, nigga
You about Dogg-ay (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!
Damn baby girl what's your
I forgot, what'd you say it Damn a nigga buzzed
in the club, with my nephew Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?)
The Great American Hope, done hooked up
With the King of the motherfuckin' 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 dance

I'm the nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the
Your little lungs is too small to with God
All jokes aside, come bounce us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to
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 rugged
When things get rough I'm in the shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you must have a disease
Assume the and get back down on your knees, come on

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

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 always wanna

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, Timothy White
Pickets outside the 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 around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to
Run away from home and grow to be as as me
I want you all to notice 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 been this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this
So when you see me, dressin' up like a on T-V
Or heard the C-D the fag word so freely
It's just me me, here want me to tone it down?
my fuckin' dick, you fagot
You happy
Look
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 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 wanna fuck, with me
Only that I trust, is me
around and make me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

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, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
on, yeah!