Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off
glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty
Burn up this whole block, what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas hardest
see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a life of
Im still tryin' to find my
And a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine
P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but and we glued tight
Played and sight
Hustlin' for type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Whyte

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