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 who don't know nuthin about, what they supposed to
know about. So a understand 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 stories tell me,
they collapse,
need zig to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who fall to the flows,
RBL knows,
my turf throw 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,
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,
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 g's that'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 foes, an break those,
niggaz they pecos,
shoot them down like Waco,
but em say so,
we bang hoes,
playaz make the go round,
that's the world go round,
fools down,
real hold 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, representin 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 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 these one times, we minded,
an we to be reminded,
put it back,
we run this Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my we lost the battle,
snakes rattle,
but we got mo game the average,
insane 'cause we savages,
wit the hap's of lettin you it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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