Luyện nghe bài hát Bitch Nigga

Artist: f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro
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 Intro on 'Get Or Die Tryin']

It's worst day, run and tell somebody
It's worst day.
your worst day, run and tell somebody
It's your 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 in you, you got girl drawers in you
flaws in you, a broad nigga!
I peeped whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I men
the game to win
All men should on ten
Scarface 'finna do it
Mash you nigga, through niggas
Don't make me upstrap and blast you
Once again, it's only, its a that I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast your ass it
ruin
The image and the style you used to
'cause you don't keep it real like you to
A O.G., esa, to the hole fa'sho
So niggas your motherfucking roll
'Fore I come through with the M-11
The Feds from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach

Scarface]
You a Nigga, when you rat on yo friends
Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash your kin
a Snitch Nigga, running when the drama go down
You was bumpin at first happened to the manly sound
You a Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums
Bitch Nigga, countin' all your but all I see is crumbs
Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of your mouth
Can't go home, cause a jacker might run in your house

[Verse:
Now snitch get up under my skin
That's why I mess with friends
Unless my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, the crooked in the flesh
for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you scared
What happened to all the tough ass
The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for
Look at baby out here starvin' for an ass-
whippin', beefin', with a then drippin' now his ass missin
I'll be damned if I pull a out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his
WHOA!, how I handled this .44
My conscience be Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these snitch on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a restraining order "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' 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 back-a "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
rapper, short stopper or dope kicker-inner
Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
the 50 caliber magnum handgun
Step a bear off in his tracks, you hope I don't land one
If I that bitch back..aim it at your chest
It'll be weeks before they even find the to your vest
We of ya stress..ease ya pain
Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need them again
The one ya momma warned ya
he's insane
Kill a kid a quarter, (???)
(???), boy you with the triller
Z-Ro the guerilla
And the born killa
(Bitch Nigga)
Feel around in the for dough
(Bitch Nigga)
You the sound, see the spark, and you know