Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: Jeru The
Yes yes

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

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that about this and this and that

But fakin shit, I'mma drop it like

The Damaja
Bad and techs, and sound affects

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

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

Chorus: Jeru The (Miz Marvel)

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

{Lil Dap
You niggas are like East New waste, spit in your face
Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the
It's like showin the love, the same as pullin the club
Spit it out, ya hoes know what this shit is
Bitchez wit dicks, and 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, wanna are town
Thinkin they down, but dont know BK
*bitch!*

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)