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

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

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

Chyna
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no
Bitch I hit and flip bricks
Every two hours switch to keep the peoples off me
What you know that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got to party
I'm breakin' bread with 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 know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood
make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me DUI
Look cause I don't give a nigga I'm livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug with no feelin's inside

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The is sold
Clear then I the globe
I the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows
I rock the
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and
The Feds tryin' to stop my
They claim caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I the pain
back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't bring the thang
And I told 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 thrown up tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't

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 a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he out
Woke up with his turned inside-out
hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better out the way and act like you ain't havin' 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 to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they you by yo collar
You like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and a real life
You a
Bia Bia