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

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

If you scared, get the fuck out the nigga

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

Chyna
Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit and flip bricks
Every two switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to
I'm bread 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, wood grain
What you know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya swang
make ya ass clap
I'm all y'all ASCAP and BMI
me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the bitch with no feelin's inside

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby
The block is
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the
I the shows
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the
I mop and
The Feds tryin' to my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of
I bring the
back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even the thang
And I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And my voice got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't

Too
Bitch in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you up
holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he out
him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz 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 little bitch, that's what the you
You'd be a damn fool to act you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they you by yo collar
You feel like Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and a real life
You a
Bia Bia