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

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

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

Chyna
Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit and flip bricks
Every two hours switch to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
three bricks in a 740
Bitch I got time to party
I'm breakin' with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's grain
What you ain't know, this a thang
All my thugs let ya swang
make ya ass clap
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 this track fuckin' with me, is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's

Well out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby
The is sold
Clear then I shot the
I the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows
I rock the
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 me at the docks with 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 told her - I said cool, get at me
And then my voice got
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes dazed
I was in the zone, thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got Eastside ways
So stop like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

Too
Bitch niggaz in the tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the and told you shut up
Somebody get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and he passed out
Woke up with his pockets inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they
You better out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
niggaz 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 make you holler
But since you can't run, you might as well
Quit actin' like a bitch and a real life
You a
Bia Bia