Luyện nghe bài hát Game

B
Wuz up
Ai, y'know they waitin' on this ol' school game
Let's bring game back
Like one thru five?
Yeah nigga, just we use to do it
Well, check out

Is the
what?
A bitch

I was sittin' at my home, all
Thinkin' 'bout bitches I use to
young bitches, I can't deny
Rat-haired bitches, I lie
The had body is all I know
18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was Bitch, of '92
High and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was
off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said, "Fred, I you
Anything you want, I do"

I dropped my drawers, all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch a ATM
G'd the bitch the one and only
Bust two and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I
The next thing you she was on my head
Suckin' the like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired make me cum
B that's the name
Rat-haired bitches, I got

game
That's the
what?
A bitch

I like to fuck a bitch
big fat ass and shit
First lay, gettin' sucked
Bitch don't a fuck
real players run that game
When I that bitch she won't be the same
'Cos when Dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for 30 minutes
Real player-like, to the point
Bust a nut while I'm smokin' a
Stop fuckin', smokin'
Lay my on her lips, say, "Open"

Ain't nuttin' like a nasty
Acting all fast and
just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, be puttin' in work
on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl, it too far
On the way, y'know what
She sucked my dick while I was
I couldn't resist
I hold back, I said, "Beeyatch"

All I do is
what?
A motherfuckin'

My DeVille is all white
Yes, bitch, hella tight
Crush blue velvet, game
White on wit tha gold thangs
Bounce to the spot, check my
Wash, wax, on fat
The bass on heat time I ride
A long bitch on the passenger side
on the cellular phone
I be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, B
Oaktown, a bitch sleep

A motherfuckin' mack, what I am
Taxin' a bitch Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the
16 G's put the in
No game, just give it and take
Oakland can't be fake
I the bitch, the money was short
on the bitch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the is fat
Ask these bitches, I'm a

Is ridin' vogues
Like
hos

Breakin hos day and
call me, '$horty the Pimp', my game is tight
I do give hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma
So break yourself
I'm an nigga, I'll take your wealth
that's what I was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed
Y'know Short Dawg afraid and hurt
Any bitch I get, you take her
the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha say I'm tellin' ya true

So you pay the man
Hundred bills all in my hand
While I you bitches
Tell a 'bout ridin' with bitches
'Bout these pimp ass from the O
We know what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get
Where the hos get
You need a pimp, give me a call
I drop the top in my El

'Cos
the shit
Like
a bitch

Ai, Short
Wuz up
I ain't smokin' no more dank wit no bitches
naw nigga
Bitch smoke a 20 sack, so got to spend 20

If the bitch 50, what she gotta do $hort?
She do me, you and the whole crew
And my PO too
Hey, what? Freddy B
that baby?
And Too $hort, we go way man
1981, High School
We the two niggas who invented the word, Beeyatch,