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, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte , $hort

If you scared, get the fuck out the nigga

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

Chyna
Chyna Whyte don't no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip
two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to
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 with timber, wood grain
What you ain't know, this a thang
All my let ya wood swang
Bitches ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all and BMI
me drivin' DUI
Look cause I give a fuck 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 and fire up that dro'
It's 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 rock the
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the
I mop and
The Feds to stop my dough
They claim they me at the docks with a flock of snow
I the pain
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 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 ways
So actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

Too
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and you shut up
Somebody get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to 'em
I he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his and then he passed out
Woke up with his turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz 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 like you dude
Mindin' yo business, they 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 and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia