Luyện nghe bài hát Bia' Bia' Check In - Lil Jon

Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte , $hort Dogg

If you scared, get the out the club nigga

Bia Bia
Why you actin' like a - a
Bia Bia
Why you fussin' a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you lookin' like a - a
Bia Bia
Why you like a - like a

::Verse 1:: get 'em up
Put 'em up
Stop actin' a bitch and get yo hands up
get 'em up
Put 'em up
Stop actin' a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from
you from nigga
God dammit where you from
where you from nigga
Where you nigga
God dammit motherfucka where you
Well represent yo shit - represent yo
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that
Represent yo shit - yo shit
Say fuck that - say fuck that clique
Well you
You
actin' like a bitch you scared
You
You
Stop like a bitch you scared

Chyna
Chyna don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to the peoples off me
What you about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With three in a 740
Bitch I got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with niggaz
Over a hot Benigan's
Thinkin' how cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood
All my let ya wood swang
Bitches ya ass clap
I'm all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me DUI
cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's

Well pour out the Henn and and fire up that dro'
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The is sold
then I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock and drop the bows
I rock the
Pop, lock, and knock yo
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the
I mop and
The tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they me at the docks with a flock of snow
I the pain
Cock and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't bring the thang
And then I told her - I it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got
Cause I was on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't

Too
niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you a victim
Shorty tried to 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and he passed out
Woke up with his pockets inside-out
Always hit them weak right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you as well fight
Quit like a bitch and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia