Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

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

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

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

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

it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved with 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 flaws in you, a nigga!
I peeped your hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men should on ten
'finna do it again
Mash you nigga, smash through
Don't make me and blast you niggas
Once again, only, its a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and your ass through it
I'ma
The and the style that you used to
'cause you don't it real like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the hole
So slow your motherfucking roll
'Fore I come through with the same
The Feds took me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

[Chorus:
You a Nigga, when you rat on yo friends
Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash from kin
You'z a Nigga, running when the drama go down
You was bumpin at first what happened to the 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 your mouth
Can't even go home, cause a jacker run in your house

[Verse:
Now fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess with
Unless my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof
What you for?
What happened to all the ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I you had a taste for asphalt
at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a magician then drippin' now his ass
be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch on his back
WHOA!, look how I handled .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 restraining order "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, be damned if I be a snitch fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short stopper or dope
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 caliber magnum
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better I don't land one
If I cock that back..aim it at your chest
It'll be before they even find the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll need them trees again
The one ya momma ya about
he's insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
the young guerilla
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
around in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sound, see the spark, and you