Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

Artist: f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro
by: [email protected]

Nigga don't act you don't know who I'm talkin' bout

(Fifty-Cent drops on table)
[Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die

It's your worst day, run and tell
It's worst day.
It's your worst day, run and tell
It's your day.

it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved this here, nigga!
Is you a nigga?, you a bitch nigga!
at yourself and then analyze me!
This G
I can see the flaws in you, you got drawers in you
Girl in you, a broad nigga!
I your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men play on ten
Scarface do it again
Mash you nigga, through niggas
Don't make me and blast you niggas
again, it's only, its a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast your ass it
I'ma
The image and the style that you to
'cause you don't keep it like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the fa'sho
So niggas slow your motherfucking
'Fore I come through with the same
The Feds took me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

[Chorus:
You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo
Bitch Nigga, when you steal from your kin
You'z a Snitch Nigga, running when the go down
You was bumpin at what happened to the manly sound
You a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at ya gums
Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs
Snitch Nigga, ain't you of running your mouth
even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house

[Verse:
Now snitch fellas get up under my
That's why I don't mess friends
Unless it's my
I'm the of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the vests
What you for?
What happened to all the ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be damned if I pull a out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his
WHOA!, how I handled this .44
My be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' make a dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, be damned if I be a snitch fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short or dope kicker-inner
I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 caliber handgun
a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I cock that back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even find the to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put pistol in your mouth, you'll never need them trees again
The one ya momma warned ya
Bun-y insane
a kid over a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the guerilla
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know