Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

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

Nigga act like you don't 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 day, run and tell somebody
It's your day.
It's your day, run and tell somebody
your worst day.

it is?, nigga!
You don't get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
Look at yourself and analyze me!
This G
I can see the in you, you got girl drawers in you
Girl flaws in you, a nigga!
I peeped whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men should on ten
Scarface do it again
Mash you nigga, smash through
Don't make me upstrap and you niggas
Once again, it's only, its a that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast ass through it
I'ma
The image and the style that you to
you don't keep it real like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the hole
So niggas slow your roll
'Fore I come with the same M-11
The took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

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

[Verse:
Now snitch fellas get up under my
That's why I don't with friends
it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots, snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you for?
What happened to all the ass talk
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 fella on his back
WHOA!, look how I this .44
My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Mo!
And snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' a switch dude
the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short stopper or kicker-inner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you hope I don't 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, you'll never them trees again
The one ya warned ya about
Bun-y he's
a kid over a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you fuckin the triller
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