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

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

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[Too
Well me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman she told ya the truth
niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she with your's
You just a motherfucker, so insecure
How she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I it's 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 South
Burn up this whole block, what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas hardest
Gonna see life is shortest
Regaurdless this world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my
I'm livin a life of ballin'
Im still tryin' to find my
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, no sunshine
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 reachin' for a new
but love and we glued tight
Played and renew
for food type
Who the on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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