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

Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, 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' a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you fussin' a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you lookin' like a - a
Bia Bia
Why you frontin' 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 where you nigga
you from nigga
God dammit motherfucka you from
Well you from nigga
Where you from
God dammit motherfucka where you
Well yo shit - represent yo shit
Say that clique - say fuck that clique
yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck clique - say fuck that clique
Well you
You
Stop actin' a bitch you scared
You
You
Stop actin' like a you scared

Chyna
Chyna Whyte suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and bricks
Every two hours switch whips to the peoples off me
you know about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With bricks in a 740
Bitch I got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican
Over a hot Benigan's
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, wood grain
What you know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood
Bitches make ya ass
I'm all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me 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
Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
Clear I shot the globe
I the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows
I the shows
Pop, lock, and knock yo
You Bia Bia, I my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and
The Feds tryin' to stop my
They claim they caught me at the docks a flock of snow
I bring the
back and swing the thang
Yo mad cause she told me don't even bring 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 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 blaze

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 just a
Shorty tried to stick 'em, the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he 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 mouth
You better stay out the way and act you ain't havin' shit
niggaz will run up in yo ass like 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, grabbed 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