Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Jeru The Damaja
Yes yes

Check it out here now, knowhatimean?
Henryville, the muthafuckin wit dikz
in the midst,
of the real brothers the true wonders

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that shit about this and and that

But shit, I'mma drop it like this

{Jeru The
Bad bitches and techs, and affects

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

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

Dutches, chins, and get twist
And let it be known, I eat ya'll like a porno movie
that bitch with a dick, and get a nigga like this

Chorus: The Damaja (Miz Marvel)

You never see him the in the (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Think pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
When come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*
You see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Think pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
When beef come skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)