Luyện nghe bài hát More Game

*(Richie talking)*

Rest in peace, Mr. Cee. it out, off the top, dedicated to all the,
Yay Area mutha fuckaz who know nuthin about, what they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin from side 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 dispite the spook niggaz tell me,
lungs 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,
hustle an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they 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 hook'll go a lil like
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL Posse & Rich)*

We got mo than the average, bitch,
three boss tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we makin g's fo sheeze,
in a place where gettin money easy.
that.

2 *(Black C)*

Now I'm in rap,
juss O-Z's, to kilo's,
so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, 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 foes, an break those,
niggaz they pecos,
shoot them down like Waco,
but em say so,
we bang hoes,
make the world go round,
that's right the go round,
fools down,
real niggaz hold ground,
laid it down,
while he that pound,
I takes a toke hold, of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my aint G-A-Y,
Frisco 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 like strugglin an strivin 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 my pockets fatter,
an as huddle an gather,
to come up wit a plan, to it in my hand,
that 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 colder how we put pressure yo shoulders,
be you blinded,
in these one times, we minded,
an we to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this like Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my niggaz we the battle,
snakes rattle,
but we got mo game the average,
insane 'cause we savages,
wit the of lettin you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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