Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

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

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

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

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

it is?, nigga!
You don't get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
Look at and then analyze me!
motherfucking G
I can see the flaws in you, you got girl in you
flaws in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped your whole when 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
make me upstrap and blast you niggas
Once again, it's only, its a that I do it
Lock you in my and blast your ass through it
ruin
The image and the that you used to
you don't keep it real like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the hole
So slow your motherfucking roll
'Fore I through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking

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

[Verse:
Now fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess friends
Unless it's my
I'm the of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the vests
What you for?
What to all the tough ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an
whippin', beefin', with a magician then now his ass missin
be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a fella on his back
WHOA!, how I handled this .44
My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, 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 if I be a snitch fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short stopper or dope
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, the heater 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 bitch back..aim it at your
It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, never need them trees again
The one ya momma ya about
he's insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you fuckin the triller
the young guerilla
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sound, see the spark, and you