Luyện nghe bài hát Game

B
Wuz up
Ai, y'know they been waitin' on this ol' game
Let's bring that back
Like game one five?
Yeah nigga, just we use to do it
Well, this out

Is the
what?
A bitch

I was sittin' at my home, all
'bout bitches I use to bone
Tight young bitches, I deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The bitch had is all I know
Only 18 but twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, of '92
Skyline High and the shit was
her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the
The bitch said, "Fred, I you
you want, I will do"

I dropped my drawers, all swoll
She believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the like a ATM
G'd the like the one and only
Bust two nuts and her phony
She couldn't what I said
The next you know she was on my head
the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch me cum
Freddy B that's the
Rat-haired bitches, I got

'Cos
the shit
Like
A nasty

I like to fuck a nasty
big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick sucked
Bitch don't give a
'Cos real run that game
When I fuck that she won't be the same
'Cos Short Dawg run up in it
a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, to the point
a nut while I'm smokin' a joint
Stop fuckin', smokin'
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

Ain't nuttin' a nasty bitch
all fast and shit
Bitch love to flirt
I see her at the club, I'll be puttin' in work
on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl, it too far
On the way, what happened?
She my dick while I was rappin'
I just couldn't
I couldn't back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
Like
A mack

My Copue DeVille is all
Yes, bitch, hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless
White on wit tha gold thangs
Bounce to the spot, check my
Wash, wax, on fat
The bass on heat every I ride
A long haired on the passenger side
on the cellular phone
I be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, B
Oaktown, a bitch don't

A motherfuckin' mack, that's I am
a bitch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the
16 G's put the in
No ordinary game, just it and take
East Oakland be fake
I the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the and now she knows
Fred baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a

Is ridin' vogues
what?
hos

Breakin hos day and
call me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is tight
I do give hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma
So bitch yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take wealth
'Cos that's I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get fool
Y'know Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you can't her
'Cos the is fool-proof
Bet'cha say I'm tellin' ya true

So you pay the man
Hundred bills all in my hand
While I you bitches
Tell a story 'bout ridin' bitches
these pimp ass niggas from the O
We know just what to do a ho
Take her the tricks get laid
Where the hos get
You need a pimp, bitch me a call
I drop the top in my El

game
It's the
what?
Like a

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no more dank wit no bitches
naw nigga
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, so got to 20

If the bitch wanna 50, she gotta do $hort?
She gotta do me, you and the whole
And my PO too
Hey, y'know what? B
What's that
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, High School
We the two niggas who invented the word, Beeyatch,