Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, bump off shots
glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that South
up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, labeled hardest
Gonna see life is shortest
this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my all you see is pain
up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine
With and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
my burrow
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm reachin' for a new
Nothin' but love and we glued
Played and sight
Hustlin' for food
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna

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