Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part Ii

Yeah what-up
Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't!
Ah! They do it again,
What-what,
Did you on these niggas two times Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya smell
This is special right
What-what,
Yeah, it's a toast to the 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 like Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at
And watch mosh 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of these that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds, me and draw, is niggas from 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 Doggy from Long
(East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' these 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 a nightmare, just bein' Andre,
But I

Somehow, tell 'em, nigga
You about 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' the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run
Got about fifty guns, and I all of 'em the same, bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your
I forgot, you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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 wanna

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm you move
You're dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox God
All jokes aside, come with us
Standin' over you with a gauge, about to bust
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I leave in the body bag, but never 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 a mental disease
Assume the position and get back on your knees, come on

And you really wanna fuck, with me
nigga 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, heat
That's, the devil, they always wanna

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch
up, in the, heezy bay-bay
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, Timothy White
Pickets outside the offices every night
What if he's I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the world gives me the
To say I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a kid from the 'burbs
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 being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's this mean
So you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on T-V
Or heard the C-D usin' the fag so freely
It's just me me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You now?
here
I start trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the do' (the back 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, heat
That's, the devil, they always wanna

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

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