Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

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

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

(Fifty-Cent piece on table)
[Coinciding With 50 Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

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

it is?, nigga!
You wanna get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
at yourself and then analyze me!
This G
I can see the flaws in you, you got girl in you
flaws in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it
Mash you nigga, through niggas
Don't make me and blast you niggas
Once again, it's only, its a must I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast ass through it
ruin
The and the style that you used to
you don't keep it real like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the hole
So niggas slow your motherfucking
I come through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and 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 drama go
You was at first what happened to the manly sound
You a Snitch Nigga, at bumpin' ya gums
Bitch Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is
Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running mouth
even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house

[Verse:
Now snitch fellas get up my skin
That's why I don't mess friends
it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you for?
What happened to all the ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for
Look at momma's baby out here for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a magician then 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 on his back
WHOA!, look how I this .44
My be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and never gon' make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch

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