Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.),
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 on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

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

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

Z-Ro]
Now snitch get up under my skin
why I don't mess with friends
Unless it's my
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the
Looking for head shots, snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
you scared for?
What happened to all the tough ass
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a for asphalt
Look at baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be if I pull a rabbit out a hat
pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his back
WHOA!, look how I handled .44
My conscience be Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these snitch on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' 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 a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
rapper, short stopper or dope kicker-inner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 caliber handgun
Step a off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I cock that bitch back..aim it at chest
It'll be weeks before they find the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this 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 fuckin the triller
Z-Ro the young
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the dark for
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know