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 two times Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya smell
This is right here
What-what,
Yeah, it's a to the boogie baby
Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie,
Yeah, you know! What's Dre?

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

Somehow, someway tell 'em,
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 crackin' from the shit 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!
baby girl what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was? a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
With the King of the West coast, bay-bay!

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
Only nigga I trust, is me
around 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 news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the
little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce us
Standin' over you with a gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to and dust to dust
I might 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 club shootin' with
Bitch, please, you must a mental disease
Assume the and get back down on your knees, come on

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, they wanna dance

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

Aw naw, big dog
pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy
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 life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from 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 can't be found, so the reason you've 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 word so
It's just me me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You now?
here
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit they me out the back do' (the back do')
back 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 always dance

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

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