Luyện nghe bài hát More Game

*(Richie talking)*

Rest in peace, Mr. Cee. Check it out, off the top, to all the,
Yay Area mutha fuckaz who don't nuthin about, what they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin 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,
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 victim to the flows,
RBL knows,
my niggaz throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then hustle an to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they built a in the game,
from the Frisco,
off light an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin 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 go a lil sumpthin like
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL Posse & Rich)*

We got mo game the average, bitch,
three boss tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we makin g's fo sheeze,
in a place where gettin 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 flows, cashin 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 foes, an break those,
hold they pecos,
then shoot them like Waco,
but em say so,
we never hoes,
make the world go round,
that's the world go round,
talk down,
real niggaz they ground,
Rich it down,
while he that pound,
I takes a hold, then of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my niggaz 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,
hoes try to me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to make my 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 juss like minolta,
colder how we put pressure upon 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 than the average,
insane we some savages,
wit the hap's of you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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