Luyện nghe bài hát More Game

*(Richie talking)*

in peace, Mr. Cee. Check it out, off the top, dedicated to all the,
Yay Area mutha who don't know nuthin about, what they supposed to
sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin from either of the bridge, biatch.

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an nigga Black Chris,
runnin a drug bliss,
from the Frisc,
chew a chunk of this,
rest in to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
fuck wit this,
park my hog, wit OG dogs,
smoke LG the spook stories niggaz tell me,
they collapse,
need zig zags to raps,
run on hoes,
who fall to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
built a bridge in the game,
from the Frisco,
off green an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin on the porch,
fo it's worth,
all on the turf,
prepare yo fo the rebirth.

Ha ha, it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R)
dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go a lil sumpthin
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL Posse & Rich)*

We got mo than the average, bitch,
three boss playaz to stack a grip, trick,
we g's that's fo sheeze,
in a place gettin money ain't easy.
that.

2 *(Black C)*

Now I'm in rap,
like O-Z's, to kilo's,
gettin so rich, I my name to Mr. C-Note,
now flows, cashin checks,
but forget,
I had respect, before success, to put game in text,
so you get wrecked,
my get checked,
hoes expect,
Versace,
everybody,
I'm off Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to take foes, an those,
niggaz they pecos,
then shoot them like Waco,
but em say so,
we never hoes,
playaz the world go round,
that's the world go round,
talk down,
real hold they ground,
laid it down,
while he spark pound,
I takes a toke hold, of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my niggaz G-A-Y,
this pimpin, representin gettin P-A-Y,
ya believe that.

*(Chorus)* x2

3 *(Hitman)*

one kid you fo a rap,
two for a hoe,
for the fedi,
four the show,
fo sho,
I been like strugglin an fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the that it flows,
try to keep me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to make my fatter,
an as they an gather,
to up wit a plan, to stuffs it in my hand,
poultry man,
me an my click, the clan,
an I stand,
as a soldier,
the older,
phenomenon,
like Travolta,
get in yo mind juss minolta,
it's how we put pressure upon yo shoulders,
be you blinded,
in one times, we criminal minded,
an we to be reminded,
put it back,
we run like Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my we lost the battle,
they rattle,
but we got mo game the average,
'cause we some savages,
wit the hap's of lettin you it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

Mo than the average,
in exchange fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3