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 like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' a - like a

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

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[Too
pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass
I you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted your's
You just a motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' out
Every you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the and get nasty
I spit the game
I her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I her call me daddy
nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and
You a...

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, bump off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, pop pop
It don't stop in Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's this be about
Niggas lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is
this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a of ballin'
Im still tryin' to find my
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
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed
Maintain my
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm reachin' for a new
but love and we glued tight
Played and renew
for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna

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