Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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[Too
Well pour me Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about 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 foul ho, we chin her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with
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 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, lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, 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 who's is shortest
Regaurdless this whole world to me is
to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no
Call me a monkey, but I got Kay Nine bloodlines
P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my
I the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm for a new height
Nothin' but love and we tight
Played and renew
for food type
Who the on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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