Luyện nghe bài hát More Game

*(Richie talking)*

Rest in peace, Mr. Cee. Check it out, off the top, to all the,
Yay Area fuckaz 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 comin from either side of the bridge, biatch.

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an that nigga Chris,
runnin a sweet bliss,
from the Frisc,
chew a chunk of this,
rest in to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't wit this,
my hog, fuck wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the spook stories niggaz me,
they collapse,
need zig zags to raps,
run on hoes,
who fall to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf niggaz up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an 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 niggaz who be on the porch,
fo what worth,
all on the turf,
yo mind fo the rebirth.

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

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL & Richie Rich)*

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

2 *(Black C)*

Now I'm in rap,
like O-Z's, to kilo's,
gettin so rich, I change my to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, checks,
but forget,
I had respect, before success, to put this 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 hold pecos,
then shoot them like Waco,
but em say so,
we never hoes,
playaz the world go round,
that's right the go round,
talk down,
real niggaz they ground,
Rich it down,
he spark that pound,
I a toke hold, then of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, representin P-A-Y,
ya betta 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 I get, the sooner that it flows,
hoes try to me down the ladder,
but I'd rather climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as they an gather,
to come up wit a plan, to 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 juss like minolta,
colder how we put pressure upon yo shoulders,
be you blinded,
in these one times, we minded,
an we to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my niggaz we the battle,
they rattle,
but we got mo than the average,
insane 'cause we 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