Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.),
by: [email protected]

Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin'

(Fifty-Cent drops on table)
[Coinciding With 50 Cent's on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

It's your worst day, run and somebody
It's worst day.
It's your worst day, run and tell
your worst day.

it is?, nigga!
You don't wanna get involved with here, nigga!
Is you a nigga?, you a bitch nigga!
at yourself and then analyze me!
This G
I can see the flaws in you, you got girl in you
Girl flaws in you, a nigga!
I your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
Play the to win
All men should on ten
Scarface do it again
Mash you nigga, smash niggas
Don't make me and blast you niggas
Once again, it's only, its a must I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast ass through it
ruin
The and the style that you used to
'cause you keep it real like you used to
A O.G., esa, fool to the fa'sho
So niggas your motherfucking roll
I come through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and you in yo motherfucking stomach

[Chorus:
You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo
Nigga, when you steal cash from your kin
You'z a Snitch Nigga, running when the go down
You was bumpin at first what happened to the sound
You a Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums
Bitch Nigga, countin' all bricks but all I see is crumbs
Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running mouth
Can't even go home, cause a jacker run in your house

Z-Ro]
Now snitch fellas get up my skin
That's why I don't with friends
Unless my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the
Looking for shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
you scared for?
What happened to all the tough ass
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for
Look at momma's baby out starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be if I pull a rabbit out a hat
pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his back
WHOA!, look how I this .44
My conscience be screaming Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch

3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack rapper, short stopper or kicker-inner
Bitch I ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
With the 50 magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you better I don't land one
If I cock that bitch back..aim it at your
It'll be weeks they even find the pieces to your vest
We releasers of ya stress..ease ya
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need trees again
The one ya warned ya about
Bun-y he's
a kid over a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the guerilla
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel in the dark for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You here the sound, see the spark, and you