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

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an that nigga Chris,
runnin a drug bliss,
the older Frisc,
hataz 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 to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf niggaz up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an struggle to bring the fame,
not to name,
they built a in the game,
the Older Frisco,
off light an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin on the porch,
fo it's 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 sumpthin
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL Posse & Rich)*

We got mo game the average, bitch,
boss playaz tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we makin g's fo sheeze,
in a where gettin money ain't 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 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 foes, an break those,
hold they pecos,
then 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 they ground,
Rich it down,
he spark 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 that it flows,
try to keep me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep 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 mind like minolta,
it's colder how we put 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 hap's of you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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