Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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Bia Bia, why ya actin' a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - a

[Lil'
Well get cho' up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get hands up
Well get hands up, get cho' hands up
actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo up, throw yo click up
actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at
What lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), chu' wanna do (You scared)
nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

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[Too
Well pour me some and fire up that bomb
It's time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, out the ho in you
Us niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an
let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home gettin' cussed out
time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get
I spit the real
I rolled her in my Caddy when she my name
I told her call me
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, a lie
Cause you'll be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You a...

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, lettin' off shots
glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty
Burn up this block, that's what this be about
Niggas lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see life is shortest
Regaurdless this whole world to me is
Tryin' to reap my
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im still tryin' to my callin'
And make a change, look my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no
me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
my burrow
I the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new
but love and we glued tight
Played and sight
for food type
Who the on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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