Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: Jeru The
Yes yes

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

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that shit about this and and that

But fakin shit, I'mma it like this

{Jeru The
Bad and techs, and sound affects

Talk but skate like Tara Lipinski, 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
Shoutin a regulator,
soft C3PO, but pop shit like Darth Vader
For Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy
Your booty, shit get raw you Doo like Scooby
I'm snatching chains, and those platinum groupies

Dutches, chins, and get twist
And let it be known, I eat ya'll pussies like a movie
that 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)
they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to states (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
When beef come they (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*
You never see him the in the (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 East New York waste, spit in face
Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the
It's like showin the love, the same thing as 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 wavin my banner all

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)