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 what that nigga man
That's what's wrong with you niggas, you niggas is just like
Ho-ass niggas, too motherfuckin' much (speak)
Study your own, get own, you know what I'm sayin'?
Be independent nigga,

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

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

Bitch niggas, bitch bitch niggas

There niggas don't know what the 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 punk hate it
Compton is the I'm from
Can't never leave the crib without a wea-pon
Huh, I can't live my on broke no mo'
And most of these ain't shit but cutthroats
They in a nigga face, and for what?
They got the game all fucked up, and my thing fucked up
I done learned a lot, a whole lot
The top nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot
Now game on what Six-Deuce told me

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

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

Bitch nigga, a nigga
nigga, hella 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 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, the bitch that 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 to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy plus me
No you's a slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen hated specimen
A nigga

{"Stop scheamin', and hard"}