Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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

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[Too
Well pour me some Bombay and up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman she told ya the truth
niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an
let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so
How come she can't leave home without cussed out
time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the and get nasty
I spit the real
I rolled her in my Caddy she yelled my name
I told her call me
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, a lie
Cause you'll never be like 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 stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be
Niggas lawless, niggas labeled hardest
see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my
I'm starvin' a life of ballin'
Im tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look 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 Nine
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
Nothin' but love and we tight
Played and sight
for food type
Who the on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

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