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 fuckaz who don't know nuthin about, they supposed to
know sumpthin about. So a understand me I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin from 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,
park my hog, wit OG dogs,
smoke LG the spook stories niggaz tell me,
lungs collapse,
need zig to bust raps,
run on hoes,
who fall to the flows,
RBL knows,
my niggaz throw up yo "O's",
if you got game,
then an struggle to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
built a bridge in the game,
from the Frisco,
off green an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin 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 hook'll go a lil sumpthin
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL & Richie Rich)*

We got mo than the average, bitch,
three playaz tryin to stack 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,
juss 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 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 take foes, an those,
niggaz hold pecos,
then them down like Waco,
but em say so,
we never hoes,
playaz the world go round,
right the world go round,
fools down,
real niggaz hold ground,
Rich it down,
he spark that pound,
I takes a 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 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 like strugglin an fo doe,
an the I get, the sooner that it flows,
try to keep me down the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to my pockets fatter,
an as huddle 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 juss like minolta,
it's 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 like Gulluvers Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my niggaz we the battle,
snakes rattle,
but we got mo than the average,
'cause we some savages,
wit the hap's of you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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