Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Ass Niggaz

That's good-ass weed

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

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

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

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas niggas

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

Straight off the of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers it
Compton is the I'm from
Can't never leave the crib a murder wea-pon
Huh, I can't my life on broke no mo'
And most of these ain't shit but cutthroats
They smile in a face, and for what?
They got the game all up, and want my thing fucked up
I done learned a lot, a whole lot
The top nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot
Now peep game on what told me

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

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

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

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

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}