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
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 Black Chris,
runnin a 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,
they collapse,
zig zags to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they a bridge in the game,
from the Frisco,
off light an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin niggaz who be on the porch,
fo it's worth,
all on the turf,
prepare yo 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 Posse & Rich)*

We got mo than the average, bitch,
three boss playaz to stack a grip, trick,
we g's that'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,
these expect,
Versace,
everybody,
I'm off Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to foes, an break those,
niggaz hold 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 niggaz they ground,
laid it down,
while he spark pound,
I takes a toke hold, of the smoke,
I blows it out,
the B-A-Y,
my aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, gettin 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 an strivin fo doe,
an the eagerness I get, the that it flows,
hoes try to me down the ladder,
but I'd keep climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as they 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 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,
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,
game in fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3