Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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[Too
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that
It's about somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I you slapped ya woman cause 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 play the nigga, you just an actor
let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so
How come she can't 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
by the house and get nasty
I spit the game
I her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you me you's 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 South
Burn up whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas hardest
Gonna see life is shortest
Regaurdless this world to me is garbage
to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a of ballin'
Im still tryin' to find my
And a change, look into 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 bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't tomorrow
my burrow
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but and we glued tight
Played and sight
Hustlin' for food
Who the dopest on the BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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