Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.),
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 Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die

It's your day, run and tell somebody
It's your day.
It's your worst day, run and 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 flaws in you, you got drawers in you
flaws in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped your whole when you came 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 niggas
Don't me upstrap and blast you niggas
Once again, only, its a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast ass through it
ruin
The image and the style you used to
'cause you don't keep it real you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the hole
So niggas slow your motherfucking
'Fore I come through with the M-11
The Feds from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

[Chorus:
You a Nigga, when you rat on yo friends
Nigga, when 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 of running your mouth
Can't even go home, cause a jacker run in your house

[Verse:
Now snitch fellas get up my skin
That's why I don't mess with
Unless my Mac-10
I'm the of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch get the bullet-proof vests
What you for?
What to all the tough ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an
whippin', beefin', a magician then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his back
WHOA!, how I handled this .44
My be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try on "BET"
But got a order against "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 back-slap a, back-packer, from 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 handgun
Step a off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one
If I cock that back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need trees again
The one ya momma warned ya
Bun-y he's
a kid over a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
the young guerilla
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know