Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part Ii

Yeah what-up
Nu-uh, nu-uh he didn't!
Ah! didn't do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on these niggas two Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya that?
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 back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp
On Slim's shit and start riots like Limp (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty at concerts
And mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) of these crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of
Some of these crowds, me and draw, is niggas from Crenshaw
Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not niggas again
These ignorant men with hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and army could harm 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 these niggas up and show em where da I'm comin from
I get the crackin' 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 all of 'em the same, bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your
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 White American Hope, hooked up
With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

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

I'm the head in charge, I'm watchin' you move
found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox God
All jokes aside, come with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to
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 club shootin' with
Bitch, please, you have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on knees, come on

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 wanna dance

And you don't wanna fuck, with me
nigga that 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
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 I'm just a criminal, makin' a living
Off of the misery, what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and walk flippin' the bird
Livin' the life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and to be as evil as me
I just you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, 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 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 so freely
It's just me being me, here want me to it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You now?
here
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they (cause they 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 wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this
That's, the devil, always wanna dance

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

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