Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part Ii

Yeah Detroit?
Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't!
Ah! They do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on these two times Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya that?
This is special right
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 kick mo' simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit and start like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's and full of cars
Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas Crenshaw
From Long Beach to Central
Whoa, not these niggas
These grown-ass ignorant men hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Beach
(East-side!) a long way, to makin' these songs play
be a wrong move, to stare 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, someway 'em, nigga
You know Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party crackin' from the that I be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run
Got fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!
Damn girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
With the King of the motherfuckin' coast, bay-bay!

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

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

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

And you really wanna 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
pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, bay-bay
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy
Pickets the Interscope offices every night
if he's right? 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
the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, to leave
Run from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to 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 you've been seeing me
Is cause this is me now, the recent who's being this mean
So when you see me, up like 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 dick, you fagot
You happy
here
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 they throw me out the back do' (the do')
Come and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

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

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

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