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 out the club nigga

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

Chyna
Chyna Whyte don't no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip
Every two switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With three in a 740
I ain't got time to party
I'm bread with Dominican niggaz
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
What you ain't know, a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood
Bitches make ya ass
I'm takin' all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck I'm livin' or die
Who on this fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's

Well pour out the and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old and Godby Road
The is sold
then 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
claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the
Cock back and swing the
Yo girl mad cause she me don't even bring the thang
And then I her - I said it's cool, get at me
And my voice 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' Jon's got some Eastside
So stop like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

Too
Bitch niggaz in the house 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 '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 then he out
Woke up with his pockets turned
Always hit them weak right in they mouth
You better out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty
You bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye they make you wanna holler
But you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real
You a
Bia Bia