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 club

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

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

Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up dro'
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock 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 the pain
Cock and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me even bring the thang
And then I told her - I it's cool, get at me
And then my got raaasty
I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

Too
Bitch niggaz in the tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to '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 inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they
You better out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the you
You'd be a damn fool to act you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a life
You a
Bia Bia