Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Niggaz

That's some good-ass

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

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

Hmm,
I meet mo' bitch niggas hoes, look here
And I don't know, but that's just how it go (damn)
Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up
And just like a (beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga)
Smilin' in my and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggas stay strapped from way back, payback, will
Make niggas wanna pop shit
If you ain't ready for the game (uh-huh) stop that shit
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, 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 like a bitch

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}