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

Big Kap
Ay yo check out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, 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 like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you lookin' a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you frontin' a - like a

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

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

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up dro'
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The is sold
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock and drop the bows
I the shows
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and
The tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the
Cock back and swing the
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even the thang
And then I her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were
I was in the zone, thrown 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 in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you 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 and then he passed out
Woke up with his turned inside-out
Always hit them weak right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't shit
Cause will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well
Quit like a bitch and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia