Luyện nghe bài hát Bia Bia (remix)

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

Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - 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 lookin' a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, '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 bitch and get yo up
Well where you from (Where you from)
you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you (Where you from)
where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo
Say that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say that clique
Well you (You scared)
You (You scared)
Stop like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You (You scared)
You (You scared)
Stop actin' a bitch you scared (You scared)

[Chyna
Whyte 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
What you know about that No and coffee
No sleep, I 'm 40
With bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got to party
I'm bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot dinner
how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, wood grain
you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my let ya wood swang
Bitches ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all and BMI
Catch me DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's

Well out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
then I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, do's and drop the bows
I rock the
Pop, lock, and yo nose
You Bia Bia, I my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and
The Feds to stop my dough
They they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the
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 then my got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up tre's
And if you lost, Jon's got some Eastside ways
So actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

[Too
Bitch in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he he assed out
Punched him in his and then he passed out
Woke up his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in 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 bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they you wanna holler
But you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' a bitch and live a real life
You a
Bia Bia