Luyện nghe bài hát Bia Bia (remix)

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

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

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

[Chyna
Chyna don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to the peoples 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' with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood
All my thugs let ya swang
Bitches make ya ass
I'm all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me DUI
cause I don't give 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 out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's off Old National and Godby Road
The is sold
Clear I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock and drop the bows
I rock the
Pop, lock, and knock yo
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 of snow
I the pain
Cock back and swing the
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't bring the thang
And then I her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got
I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass blaze

[Too
Bitch niggaz in the house 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 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he he assed out
him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they
You stay 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 the callin' you
You'd be a damn to act like you ballin' dude
yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a life
You a
Bia Bia