Luyện nghe bài hát Bia Bia (remix)

[Big
Ay yo check out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Whyte (Ludacris nigga), $hort Dogg
(Ay tell them what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)

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

[Chyna
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no
I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With three in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to
I'm breakin' bread Dominican niggaz
Over a hot dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the of winter
it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood
make 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' 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'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Road
The block is
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the
I the shows
Pop, lock, and knock yo
You Bia Bia, I my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and
The tryin' to stop my dough
They claim caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I the pain
back and swing the thang
Yo mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I it's cool, get at me
And then my got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

[Too
niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you a victim
tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I he wanna 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 weak motherfuckaz right 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, grabbed you by yo collar
You feel Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia