Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Niggaz

That's good-ass weed

Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' man
Word on the
always tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' word on the streets is this nigga said this
Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga man
That's what's wrong you niggas, you niggas is just like bitches
Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' (speak)
your own, get your own, you know what I'm sayin'?
Be nigga, beotch

Bitch (bitch niggas)
Bitch (bitch niggas)
Bitch-ass (beotch)
Bitch (bitch niggas)
I'm talkin' about you (beotch)
Bitch
And you too (beotch)

Hmm,
I meet mo' niggas than hoes, look here
And I really don't know, but just how it go (damn)
Dogg, so niggas like to keep up shit
And like a bitch (beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga)
in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggas stay strapped way back, cause payback, will
Make wanna pop that shit
If you ain't ready for the (uh-huh) nigga stop that shit
We rock shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right)
No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the
Glock on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and
If you act like a bitch (nigga) you get smacked like a bitch

niggas, bitch niggas bitch niggas

There don't know what the fuck is goin' on
Yo Dogg, check it kick
Let me holla at these for a minute

Straight off the streets of and no pity
The aggravated, makin' punk motherfuckers hate it
Compton is the I'm from
Can't never the crib without a murder wea-pon
Huh, I can't live my life on no mo'
And most of these fools ain't but cutthroats
smile in a nigga face, and for what?
They got the game all fucked up, and want my fucked up
I learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm for that spot
Now game on what Six-Deuce told me

These after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (wha?)
And these hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga know
Oh, be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There they go, there go"
niggas uh-huh

{Stop scheamin', and hard"}
{Stop scheamin', and hard"}

nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, bitch nigga
You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch
A bitch nigga, a bitch

I know yo' type, so much in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer my dick be up in yo' windpipe
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old
Like Romey homey yo, you owe me the right
To slap you, like the that you are, that wanted to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that in yo' car
Fool, "Who do you you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus
Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's
Mr. Powder yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know Chihuahuas mo' rah-rah, ha ha
I to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Doctor plus me
No you's a busta hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most specimen
A bitch

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}