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)
[Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Or Die Tryin']

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

it is?, nigga!
You wanna get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
at yourself and then analyze me!
This G
I can see the in you, you got girl drawers in you
Girl flaws in you, a nigga!
I peeped your whole hand when you in
I'm a man and I men
Play the to win
All men should on ten
Scarface 'finna do it
Mash you nigga, smash through
Don't me upstrap and blast you niggas
Once again, only, its a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and your ass through it
I'ma
The and the style that you used to
'cause you don't 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 me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

Scarface]
You a Snitch Nigga, you rat on yo friends
Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash your kin
You'z a Snitch Nigga, when the drama go down
You was bumpin at first happened to the manly sound
You a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya
Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs
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, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof
you scared for?
What happened to all the 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', a magician 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 screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Mo!
And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try on "BET"
But got a restraining order "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' make a switch
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Crackers"
I a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short or dope kicker-inner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 caliber handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better I don't land one
If I that bitch back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks they even find the pieces to your vest
We of ya stress..ease ya pain
Put this pistol in mouth, you'll never need them trees again
The one ya warned ya about
he's insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you fuckin with the
Z-Ro the young
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
around in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sound, see the spark, and you