Luyện nghe bài hát runnin The Game

You can the dick on a stick
If you don't that I'm the ish
You mad you suck like some lips on a big tit
No, I'ma laugh
Ice clearer fiber glass
without a lab
Don't hide we'll ya ass
Chamillion is mad
I'm like I'ma crab
niggas rewind it fast
Tow-trucks wanna my ass
So much..ice on my
my nose, on my golds
These be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's
walkin' Fort Knox
Oops, my fork
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 boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where bastard went"
I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident
I'ma accident '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 group of groupies
'cause you wrapped in Coogi and Gucci don't mean you a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, fetch with fake breasts
All day at my rich swishahouse, niggas to raise the
when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh
give me all his beats, money and paycheck
Yes, damn that was I was gonna say next
But nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake
Believe I keep heat and got bullets heat seek
My beeper got beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep*
My pager got more then a Webster's Dictionary
I pull more work in a busy in a cemetary
Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate
Nigga who that gotta in ya A-Virex
Got her bouncin' like fake
So the face sex
'cause I'm the throwdest to ever wreck and kill decks