Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Niggaz

That's good-ass weed

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

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

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

Bitch niggas, bitch bitch niggas

There niggas don't know what the 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' these punk motherfuckers it
Compton is the I'm from
Can't leave the crib without a murder wea-pon
Huh, I live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools shit but cutthroats
They smile in a face, and for what?
They got the game all fucked up, and want my thing up
I done a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that
Now peep on what Six-Deuce told me

These after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (wha?)
And these punk-ass is lookin' for dough
You gotta your homeboys, cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around, but yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There they go, they go"
Bitch uh-huh

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

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

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

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}