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,
runnin a drug bliss,
the older Frisc,
hataz a chunk of this,
rest in to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't wit this,
my hog, fuck wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the stories niggaz tell me,
lungs collapse,
need zig to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who fall to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf niggaz 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,
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,
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 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 g's that'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 my name to Mr. C-Note,
now these flows, checks,
but forget,
I had respect, before success, to put game 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,
niggaz they pecos,
then them down like Waco,
but em say so,
we never hoes,
make the world go round,
that's right the go round,
talk down,
real niggaz they ground,
laid it down,
while he spark pound,
I a toke hold, then of the smoke,
then I 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 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 climbin to make my pockets fatter,
an as they 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 juss minolta,
colder 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 this Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my niggaz we the battle,
snakes rattle,
but we got mo than the average,
insane we some savages,
wit the of lettin you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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