Luyện nghe bài hát runnin The Game

You can lick the on a stick
If you don't think I'm the ish
You mad 'cause you like some lips on a big tit
Hoe? No, I'ma
Ice clearer then glass
Bootleggers a lab
Don't hide 'cause ya ass
Chamillion is mad
I'm rich I'ma crab
Make niggas it fast
wanna sign my ass
So much..ice on my
my nose, on my golds
These be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's
I'ma walkin' Fort
Oops, my dropped
It's okay, I ride more then chop-sticks and porkchops
At a buffet, trickin' tricks you got to get
No respect, never let sooo you have her set
Her talkin' bout, "Hey, where that bastard went"
When I grab ya ass and act like it was a accident
I'ma walkin' 'cause everywhere I go I wreck
I'm as as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch
Wanna crawl off that wet, I see a goofy group of
'cause you wrapped in Coogi and Gucci don't you ain't a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, fetch with fake breasts
All day at my swishahouse, niggas to raise the bets
Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make
give me all his beats, lunch money and
Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say
But nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake
Believe I heat and got bullets that heat seek
My got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep*
My pager got more then a Webster's Dictionary
I pull more in a busy gravedigger in a cemetary
Nigga you got *Powww* we ate flesh
Nigga who gotta deep-hole in ya A-Virex
Got her bouncin' fake checks
So the face sex
'cause I'm the throwdest to wreck and kill tape decks