Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Please Part 2

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

Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp
On Slim's shit and start riots Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty at concerts
And watch mosh pits 'til knock each other unconscious
(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of
Some of these crowds, me and draw, is niggas from Crenshaw
From Long to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas
These grown-ass ignorant men hair-triggers again
(Hehe) You and what could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long
(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 tell 'em,
You know about (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up and show em da fuck I'm comin from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run
Got fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your
I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my nephew
(Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done up
With the King of the motherfuckin' coast, bay-bay!

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

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

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

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

Aw naw, big dog
Eighty pound balls, dick six long
Back up, in the, heezy
Shday!
so crazy!
Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til White
Pickets the Interscope 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 what I like, and walk around flippin' the
Livin' the urban life, a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, to leave
Run away from and grow to be as evil as me
I just you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been this me
Is this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up a nerd on T-V
Or heard the C-D the fag word so freely
It's just me me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my dick, you fagot
You now?
here
I start some trouble everywhere I go (that I go)
Ask the in the club cause they know (cause they know)
I start some shit throw me out the back do' (the back do')
back and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)

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

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

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