Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

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

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

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

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

it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved with here, nigga!
Is you a nigga?, you a bitch nigga!
Look at yourself and then me!
motherfucking 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 ass through it
I'ma
The image and the style that you to
'cause you don't keep it real like you to
A O.G., esa, fool to the fa'sho
So niggas your motherfucking roll
'Fore I through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking

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

[Verse:
Now fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't with friends
Unless my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, the crooked 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 for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be damned if I 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 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 gon' a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to
rapper, short stopper or dope kicker-inner
Bitch I ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
the 50 caliber magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I land one
If I cock bitch back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, never need them trees again
The one ya momma ya about
Bun-y insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you fuckin the triller
Z-Ro the young
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know