Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' 2

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

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Well get cho' up, get cho' hands up
Stop like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' up
Well yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a and throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo up
actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Well what lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' at nigga
What chu' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' 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 pour me Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's time 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 just a motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' out
Every you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said cool, get at me
by the house and get nasty
I spit the game
I rolled her in my when she yelled my name
I told her call me
Trick nigga if you tell me a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and
You a...

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[Chyna
Bump, bump, bump, lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, pop pop
It don't in that Dirty South
Burn up this block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled
Gonna see who's is shortest
Regaurdless whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to my harvest
I'm livin a life of ballin'
Im still 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 look I got Kay bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed
Maintain my
I the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new
Nothin' but love and we glued
Played and sight
for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Whyte

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