Luyện nghe bài hát Bitchezwit Dikz

f/ Lil Dap, Miz

Intro: Jeru The
Yes yes

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

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all shit about this and this and that

But fakin shit, I'mma drop it like

The Damaja
Bad bitches and techs, and sound

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 ass trick
and players, no I'm not a hater

'cause I smashed it off, she bust me down I pay her
youse 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 those groupies

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

Chorus: The Damaja (Miz Marvel)

You never see him the in the (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Think they pimps, but tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
Turn to states (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 states (Bitchez Wit Dikz)
*bitch!*

{Lil Dap
You niggas are like East New York waste, in your face
Open 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 make a nigga mad as
Cough the cough, when singing thru the streets of New
Holdin it down, but wavin my all around

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

(bitch! over and over)