Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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[Too
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass
I heard you slapped ya cause she told ya the truth
niggas, bring 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
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with
You a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' out
time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get
I spit the real
I her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me a playa, you's 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
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, pop pop
It don't stop in Dirty South
up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, labeled hardest
see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look my eyes 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 P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed
my burrow
I the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but love and we glued
Played and renew
for food type
Who the on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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