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 about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh-huh, y'all
mutha fuckaz comin from either of the bridge, biatch.

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an that Black Chris,
runnin a sweet bliss,
the older Frisc,
hataz a chunk of this,
in peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't wit this,
park my hog, wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the spook stories 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 hustle an to bring the spot fame,
not to name,
they built a in the game,
the Older Frisco,
off light an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin who be slangin on the porch,
fo it's 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 than the average, bitch,
three boss playaz tryin to a grip, trick,
we makin g's fo sheeze,
in a where gettin money ain't easy.
that.

2 *(Black C)*

Now I'm in rap,
juss 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,
hoes expect,
Versace,
everybody,
I'm off Gotti,
off tha Hennessey,
my Posse, got the tendencey,
to foes, an break those,
hold 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,
fools down,
niggaz hold they ground,
Rich it down,
while he that pound,
I takes a toke hold, of the smoke,
then I it out,
the B-A-Y,
my aint G-A-Y,
this Frisco pimpin, representin 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 strugglin an strivin fo doe,
an the I get, the sooner that it flows,
hoes try to keep me the ladder,
but I'd rather keep climbin to make my 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 mind like 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 this like Travels,
we confrontations,
fo my we lost the battle,
they rattle,
but we got mo game the average,
insane 'cause we savages,
wit the hap's of you have it,
Fo the cabbage.

*(Chorus)* x2

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