Luyện nghe bài hát U Better Recognize

Artist: Sam Sneed Dr. Dre
Verse One: Sam (Dr. Dre)

(I heard Sam was going solo) Hot damn, you didn't so,
well I can blast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting than Barry Bonds so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills I'm all the dollar bills.
From to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the so I couldn't hold it back.
Black, I regulate I a big gate figure,
with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting on the (simps),
making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real (yeah).
So peep game, believe I love my peeps
that's why I the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right).
So my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the cause I'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going on it's for this new producer to rise,
so your eyes, I think you better recognize.

Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)

Once again the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you recognize) (2x)

Verse Two: Sam (Dr. Dre)

I remember days on the where I slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause I ran hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I G's (say what?),
then built up enough to buy keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling
I'm a sneaky nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, on top and that I'm used to wicked which is 24-7,
you can ask my ex-hooker.
But now I'm on some new shit,
hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate.
I the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
when I discovered this new way to make my cash (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my out the gutter,
now rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop causing static in the industry,
these creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Be to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory,
with the and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of despise,
I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.

Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)

Once again it's the man the masterplan,
call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)
(Think you recognize) (2x)

Verse Three: Sam (Dr. Dre)

I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so up a blunt who ever's in the vasinity.
Crazy shot giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've heard, what you be seeing,
it's to earn truth to the game human being.
I'm little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
I'll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my so I can't loose,
cause I'm paying mad douze in this biz, I don't snooze.
And suckers be at those idiotic ego-tystical type of flimflam,
I be faded Sam-I-am.
Playing the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead ballers,
cause boys play toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a of my own right, plus my game is tight,
baby get it right, I ain't the one, so flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, but they brains is off tempo,
they can get my loot, I never trick to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, time to dip between the thighs,
all eyes on the price, so I you better recognize.

Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)

Once again it's the man the masterplan,
they him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)
Once again the man with the masterplan,
they him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)