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)
With 50 Cent's 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
your worst day.

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

Scarface]
You a Nigga, when you rat on yo friends
Bitch Nigga, when you cash from your kin
a Snitch Nigga, running when the drama go down
You was bumpin at first happened to the manly sound
You a Snitch Nigga, at bumpin' ya gums
Bitch Nigga, countin' all your but all I see is crumbs
Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of your mouth
Can't even go home, cause a might run in your house

[Verse:
Now fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess with
Unless it's my
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch get the bullet-proof vests
What you scared
What happened to all the tough ass
The way you was bumpin', I you had a taste for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an
whippin', beefin', with a magician 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 conscience be screaming Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
how we ride, and ain't 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, here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short or dope kicker-inner
Bitch I ain't ya hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 magnum handgun
Step a off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I cock bitch back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even 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
Bun-y insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
the young guerilla
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the dark for
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know