Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: Jeru The
Yes yes

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

Talkin all that shit about this and this and that

But fakin shit, I'mma it like this

The Damaja
Bad bitches and techs, and affects

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

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

Dutches, chins, and hips get
And let it be known, I eat ya'll pussies like a porno
Drop bitch with a dick, and get a nigga like this

Chorus: The Damaja (Miz Marvel)

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

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)