Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: Jeru The
Yes yes

it out right here now, knowhatimean?
Henryville, the bitchez wit dikz
in the midst,
of the brothers whose the true wonders

Knowhatimsayin? all that shit about this and this and that

But fakin shit, I'mma drop it this

The Damaja
Bad bitches and techs, and sound

Talk but skate Tara Lipinski, when shit get hec-tic
Out in Brooklyn, too late you's a
And if spend dough on a hoe, you a bitch ass trick
and players, no I'm not a hater

'cause I smashed it off, she me down I ain't pay her
youse a regulator,
soft like C3PO, but pop shit Darth Vader
For Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy
Your booty, when shit get raw you Doo Scooby
I'm snatching chains, mics and those groupies

Dutches, chins, and get twist
And let it be known, I eat pussies like a porno movie
Drop that bitch with a dick, and get a like this

Chorus: The Damaja (Miz Marvel)

You see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Think pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to states (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
When beef they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*
You see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Think they pimps, but tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
When beef they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to states (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*

{Lil Dap
You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your
Open your mouth, the taste, listen to the pace
It's showin the love, the same thing as pullin the club
Spit it out, ya hoes know this shit is about
wit dicks, and make a nigga mad as shit
Cough the cough, singing thru the streets of New York
Holdin it down, but my banner all around

'cause these whole motherfuckers, round are town
Thinkin they down, but know BK grounds
*bitch!*

Chorus

{Miz
The next contestant to be a secret lethal weapon
half steppin, niggas is fake,
I scope them impression
Take the mics possession, the greatest discretion
And quick wit, fully equipped, mental lie
Ya eyes cross like an
You to count your blessings, all in the mix
Sold your for it's weight in gold bricks
Bitchez wit dikz, with chips like
Only talk with snares and
In the of revolution, be the first to submit
Try to be God, but there seem unfit
mathematics, but quick to kiss a crucifix
Won't admit that their is rip and counterfeited
Contradict, their men to bang their fit, a moving target
Thrown into the bottomless pit, wit dikz

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)