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 me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin either side of the bridge, biatch.

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an that nigga Chris,
runnin a drug 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 the spook stories niggaz tell me,
lungs collapse,
need zig to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my niggaz throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an struggle to the spot fame,
not to name,
they built a in the game,
the Older Frisco,
off green an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin on the porch,
fo what worth,
all on the turf,
prepare yo fo the rebirth.

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

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL & Richie Rich)*

We got mo game the average, bitch,
three boss playaz tryin to 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 change my to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, checks,
but forget,
I had respect, success, to put this game in text,
so you get wrecked,
my get checked,
these expect,
Versace,
everybody,
I'm off Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to take foes, an those,
niggaz hold pecos,
then them down like Waco,
but em say so,
we bang hoes,
make the world go round,
that's the world go round,
fools down,
real niggaz they ground,
Rich it down,
while he that pound,
I takes a hold, then of the smoke,
I blows it out,
the B-A-Y,
my aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, representin 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 strugglin an strivin fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the sooner it flows,
hoes try to me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep to make my pockets fatter,
an as huddle an gather,
to up wit a plan, to stuffs 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 juss like minolta,
it's colder how we put pressure yo shoulders,
be you blinded,
in one times, we criminal minded,
an we to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my niggaz we the battle,
snakes rattle,
but we got mo than the average,
insane 'cause we savages,
wit the of lettin you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

Mo game the average,
game in fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3