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

1 *(Richie Rich)*

bangin,
bangin,
Rich,
an that Black Chris,
runnin a drug bliss,
from the Frisc,
hataz a chunk of this,
in peace to my nigga,
(Mr. Cee),
can't wit this,
my hog, fuck wit OG dogs,
smoke LG dispite the spook niggaz tell me,
they collapse,
need zig zags to 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,
built a bridge in the game,
from the Frisco,
off light an Sissco,
I go,
an forth,
east, west, north,
representin niggaz who be 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 go a lil sumpthin like
this....

*(chorus)* x2

*(RBL & Richie Rich)*

We got mo than the average, bitch,
boss playaz tryin to stack a grip, trick,
we g's that's fo sheeze,
in a where gettin money 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 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 foes, an break those,
niggaz they pecos,
then shoot them like Waco,
but em say so,
we bang hoes,
playaz make the go round,
that's right the go round,
fools down,
real niggaz hold ground,
Rich it down,
while he spark 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 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 been like strugglin an fo doe,
an the I get, the sooner 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 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 mind 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 niggaz we the battle,
they rattle,
but we got mo than the average,
insane we some 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