Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: The Damaja
Yes yes

Check it out right here now,
Henryville, the bitchez wit dikz
in the midst,
of the real brothers the true wonders

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that about this and this and that

But fakin shit, drop it like this

The Damaja
Bad bitches and techs, and sound

Talk but skate like Lipinski, when shit get hec-tic
Out in Brooklyn, too late a vick
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 C3PO, but pop shit like Darth Vader
For Princess Leia, with hard like Shaggy
Your booty, when get raw you Doo like Scooby
I'm snatching chains, and those platinum groupies

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

Chorus: Jeru The (Miz Marvel)

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

{Lil Dap
You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your
Open mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the pace
It's like showin the love, the thing as pullin the club
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, wanna round are
Thinkin they down, but dont BK grounds
*bitch!*

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)