Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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[Too
pour me some Bombay and fire up that 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 ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you an actor
let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You a weak motherfucker, so insecure
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 said cool, get at me
Come by the and get nasty
I spit the real
I rolled her in my when she yelled my name
I told her me daddy
nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like 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 stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled
Gonna see life is shortest
this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im still to find my callin'
And make a change, 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 bloodlines
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 love and we glued
Played and sight
for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna

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