Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Ass Niggaz

That's good-ass weed

Check it out Dawg, game is a motherfuckin' trip man
on the streets
Everybody tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the streets is this said this
Man I don't give a fuck what that nigga said man
That's what's wrong with you niggas, you is just like bitches
niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (speak)
Study your own, get own, you know what I'm sayin'?
Be independent nigga,

Bitch (bitch niggas)
niggas (bitch niggas)
Bitch-ass (beotch)
Bitch (bitch niggas)
I'm talkin' about you (beotch)
Bitch
And you too (beotch)

Hmm,
I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes, here
And I really don't know, but just how it go (damn)
Dogg, so many niggas like to up shit
And just like a (beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga)
Smilin' in my face and then they me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
stay strapped from way back, cause payback, will
Make niggas wanna pop that
If you ain't ready for the game (uh-huh) nigga that shit
We rock that shit, my Dre, drop that shit (right)
No mo' talkn', I'm and I'm poppin' the clip
on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and shit
If you act a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch

Bitch niggas, niggas bitch niggas

There niggas don't know what the fuck is on
Yo Dogg, it kick back
Let me holla at niggas for a minute

off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk hate it
Compton is the city I'm
Can't never leave the crib without a wea-pon
Huh, I live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't shit but
They smile in a face, and for what?
They got the game all fucked up, and want my fucked up
I done a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm for that spot
Now game on what Six-Deuce told me

These niggas yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (wha?)
And punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never
Oh, be around, but when yo' paper get low
like Master P said, "There they go, there they go"
Bitch niggas

{Stop scheamin', and hard"}
scheamin', and lookin' hard"}

Bitch nigga, a bitch
nigga, hella bitch nigga
You's a nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A nigga, a bitch nigga

I know yo' type, so much in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer my be stuck up in yo' windpipe
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old
Like Romey Rome yo, you owe me the right
To slap you, like the bitch that you are, that to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with bitch in yo' car
Fool, "Who do you think you Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus
Pistol-whipped, it up, use yo' bitch's blush
Mr. Powder Puff yo', ain't loud enough, huh
I know Chihuahuas mo' rah-rah, ha ha
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take baths
You don't want no with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Doctor plus me
No you's a slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated
A bitch

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}