Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here
This right here is what we female pimpin'
Understand that Rasheeda, okay, baby, okay
Don Vito you a foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL

up, A-Town. That's my type
Thugged out from the hood what I like
Neck, ears, wrist so bright
Give me paper or anything I like

You see I 'em kind of cool
Black shades, black tee and black
Candy painted on 22s
Straight up is just my kind of dude

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we need no bustas, we don't need no haters

I need a down south G, the ones ride so good
can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

All my fellas need to hear me, I want y'all to me clearly
I'm not the picky type, I like my thugs from every
GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them boys
Oh, they do to me

See I have to
I my thugs from the NYC
Steady on the gangsta scene
Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East Coast My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't no haters

I need a south G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

Red jeans hanging low with a black-T
Gotta mean and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's something them G's
Make temperature jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the candy paint
Or the way he hold me down and it pimpin'?
Plus he know how to, how to b*** i* u*
Can't get enough so he wanna eat it up

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we need no haters

I need a down G, the ones that ride so good
That can me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters

I need a south G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so
The boys from the West scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

how it's going down right here, baby
We calling out all the G's all around the
Please it, y'all need to keep it pimpin'
ya A game, keep it tight baby

This right here
This Rasheeda right here, the peach
The Legend
It don't get no than this