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

it is?, nigga!
You wanna get involved with this here, nigga!
Is you a nigga?, you a bitch nigga!
Look at yourself and then 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 you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men should on ten
Scarface 'finna do it
Mash you nigga, smash through
Don't make me upstrap and blast you
again, it's only, its a must that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast ass through it
I'ma
The image and the style that you to
'cause you don't keep it real like you to
A O.G., esa, to the hole fa'sho
So slow your motherfucking roll
I come through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and you in yo motherfucking stomach

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

[Verse:
Now fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess friends
it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the in the flesh
Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch get the bullet-proof vests
What you scared
What happened to all the ass talk
The way you was bumpin', I you had a taste for asphalt
Look at baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a magician 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!, look how I 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 restraining order "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' make a switch
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, here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, stopper or dope kicker-inner
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 land one
If I cock that bitch back..aim it at your
It'll be before they even find the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll need them trees again
The one ya momma warned ya
Bun-y insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the young
And Face the killa
(Bitch Nigga)
around in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know