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 who I'm talkin' bout

(Fifty-Cent drops 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 day, run and tell somebody
It's your day.

it is?, nigga!
You wanna get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
Look at and then analyze me!
This G
I can see the flaws in you, you got girl in you
flaws in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped your whole hand when you in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men should on ten
'finna do it again
Mash you nigga, through niggas
Don't make me upstrap and blast you
Once again, it's only, its a that I do it
Lock you in my scope and your ass through it
ruin
The and the style that 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 motherfucking
'Fore I come with the same M-11
The Feds from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

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

Z-Ro]
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?
happened to all the tough ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for
at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a magician then drippin' now his ass
I'll be 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 snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try on "BET"
But got a restraining against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and never gon' 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 back-a like "Atlanta Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short stopper or dope
Bitch I ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I land one
If I that bitch back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they find the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never them trees again
The one ya momma ya about
Bun-y he's
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the young
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the dark for
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sound, see the spark, and you