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 suck some lips on a big tit
Hoe? No, laugh
Ice clearer fiber glass
without a lab
Don't hide we'll ya ass
is kinda mad
I'm rich like crab
Make niggas rewind it
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 chops then chop-sticks and
At a chinese buffet, trickin' you got to get
No respect, never let you can't have her set
Her boyfriend bout, "Hey, where that bastard went"
When I grab ya ass and act like it was a accident
I'ma walkin' accident 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 mean you a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, play with fake breasts
All day at my rich swishahouse, to raise the bets
Watch when Lil' get mad if I said I make fresh
me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck
Yes, damn that was I was gonna say next
But nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout breasts
I keep heat and got bullets that heat seek
My beeper got more beeps a Bentley horn, *beep beep*
My pager got pages then a Webster's Dictionary
I pull more work in a gravedigger in a cemetary
Nigga you got beef? we ate flesh
who that gotta deep-hole in ya A-Virex
Got her bouncin' like fake
So the face sex
'cause I'm the throwdest to wreck and kill tape decks