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

Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' up
Well get hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' up
Well throw yo up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and yo click up
Throw yo up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and yo click up
Well what chu' 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' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what 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 that
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass
I heard you slapped ya cause she told ya the truth
niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin her
All you do is play the nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted your's
You a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home gettin' cussed out
Every you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said cool, get at me
Come by the house and get
I spit the game
I rolled her in my when she yelled my name
I her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie and Super-Fly
You a...

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, bump off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, pop pop
It don't in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled
see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im tryin' to find my callin'
And a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no
Call me a monkey, but I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my
I represent the slums, ate the
Now I'm reachin' for a new
Nothin' but love and we tight
Played and renew
Hustlin' for food
Who the dopest on the BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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