Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - 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 actin like a and get cho' hands up
get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo up
Throw yo up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and yo click up
Well what chu' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' do
Got it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What 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 ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the
niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so
How come she can't leave home gettin' cussed 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 and get nasty
I spit the game
I her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me
Trick if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
you'll never be like Willie Dynamite 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 Dirty
Burn up this whole block, that's what be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled
Gonna see life is shortest
this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a life of
Im still tryin' to find my
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't tomorrow
Maintain my
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but love and we tight
Played and renew
for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Whyte

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