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

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

If you scared, get the fuck out the club

Bia Bia
Why you actin' like a - a
Bia Bia
Why you fussin' a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you frontin' like a - 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' like a and get yo hands up
Well you from nigga
Where you nigga
God dammit motherfucka where you
Well where you from
Where you nigga
God dammit where you from
Well represent yo shit - yo shit
Say fuck clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say that clique
Well you
You
Stop actin' like a bitch you
You
You
Stop like a bitch you scared

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

Well pour out the Henn and and fire up that dro'
It's off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock and drop the bows
I rock the
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the
I mop and
The Feds to stop my dough
They claim caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the
Cock back and the thang
Yo girl mad she told me don't even bring the thang
And I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And my voice got raaasty
I was smokin' 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 nigga slapped you in the mouth and you shut up
Somebody get 'em and now you just a victim
tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he out
Punched him in his chin and he passed out
Woke up his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty
You little bitch, what the callin' you
You'd be a damn to act like you ballin' dude
yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well
actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia