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

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

If you scared, get the fuck out the nigga

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

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

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

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Road
The is sold
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, do's 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
claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I the pain
back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even the thang
And then I told her - I said cool, get at me
And my voice got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some 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 like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

Too
Bitch niggaz in the house me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and you shut up
holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit to sick 'em
I he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they
You better out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a bitch
You little bitch, what 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 they make you wanna
But you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and a real life
You a
Bia Bia