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 piece on table)
With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

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

it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved this here, nigga!
Is you a bitch nigga?, you a nigga!
Look at yourself and analyze me!
motherfucking G
I can see the flaws in you, you got drawers in you
Girl in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped your 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 niggas
make me upstrap and blast you niggas
Once again, only, its a must that I do it
you in my scope and blast your 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 fa'sho
So niggas slow your roll
'Fore I come through the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking

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

Z-Ro]
Now snitch fellas get up under my
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, snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you for?
happened to all the tough ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a for asphalt
Look at baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a magician then 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!, how I handled this .44
My be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder 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 never gon' make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a fool

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a "Atlanta Black 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)
the 50 caliber magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't one
If I cock that back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before even find the pieces to your vest
We of ya stress..ease ya pain
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need trees again
The one ya warned ya about
Bun-y he's
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the young
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
around in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know