Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Ii

Yeah Detroit?
Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't!
Ah! didn't do it again,
What-what,
Did you shit on these niggas two Dr. Dre?
Oh fo' sure!
Uh-uh, naw, ya smell
is special right here
What-what,
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie
Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie,
Yeah, you know! What's Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp
On shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty at concerts
And watch mosh pits motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas Crenshaw
Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas
These grown-ass ignorant men hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what army could me?
D-R-E and Shady, with from Long Beach
(East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' songs play
It'll be a move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a uz', and I carry it all day
(Blaow!) Sometimes like a nightmare, just bein' Andre,
But I

Somehow, someway 'em, nigga
You about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm comin
I get the crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang!
Damn baby girl your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, my nephew Eminem
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
the King of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!

And you really wanna fuck, with me
nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock coverage
Gotta it, cause I expose the facade
Your lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, bounce with us
Standin' over you with a gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and to dust
I might leave in the body bag, but in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged
When things get I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you have a mental disease
Assume the and get back down on your knees, come on

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this
That's, the devil, they always dance

And you really wanna fuck, with me
Only that I trust, is me
around and make me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, Timothy White
Pickets outside the offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, a living
Off of the world's misery, what in the world me the right
To say I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid the 'burbs
Dreamin' at of screamin' at moms, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as as me
I just want you all to notice me and to see
That deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a on T-V
Or the C-D usin' the fag word so freely
It's me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you
You now?
here
I start trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause know)
I start some shit they me out the back do' (the back do')
Come back and shoot the club up with a (a four-four)

And you don't really wanna fuck, me
Only that I trust, is me
Fuck and make me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they always dance

And you don't really fuck, with me
Only that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this
That's, the devil, they wanna dance

2001 and
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
on, yeah!