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

[Lil'
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' up
Stop actin like a bitch and get hands up
Well get hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop like a bitch and get cho' hands up
throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and yo click up
Throw yo click up, yo click up
Stop actin like a and throw yo click up
what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what lookin' at nigga
chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga chu' wanna do
What chu' 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 Bombay and fire up bomb
about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman she told ya the truth
Real niggas, out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a ho, we chin check her
All you do is the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a breathe, if she wanted with your's
You a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the out
But I told her, I it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get
I the real 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
Cause you'll never be like Willie and Super-Fly
You a...

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty
up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled
see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this whole to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my
I'm starvin' livin a life of
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, no sunshine
me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed
Maintain my
I the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but and we glued tight
Played and sight
Hustlin' for food
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Whyte

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