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 fuckaz who don't nuthin about, what they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh,
mutha fuckaz from either side of the bridge, biatch.

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an nigga Black Chris,
a drug sweet bliss,
from the Frisc,
hataz chew a of this,
in peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't wit this,
my hog, fuck 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 built a 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 playaz 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,
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 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,
hold they pecos,
then shoot them like Waco,
but em say so,
we bang hoes,
playaz the world go round,
right the world go round,
fools down,
real hold they ground,
laid it down,
while he spark pound,
I takes a hold, then of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my niggaz 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,
since the show,
fo sho,
I like strugglin an strivin fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the that it flows,
hoes try to keep me the ladder,
but I'd rather climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as huddle 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 like 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 niggaz we the battle,
they 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,
game in fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3