Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

Straight up, A-Town. That's my
Thugged out from the hood that's what I
Neck, ears, wrist shinning so
me paper or plastic anything I like

You see I like 'em of cool
Black shades, tee and black shoes
painted Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta is just my of dude

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

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

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

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

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

I need a down 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 handle a chick like me, a like me

Red monkey hanging low with a black-T
Gotta mean swag and he on the back street
Now man something 'bout them G's
Make Rasheeda jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he hold me down and keep it
he know just how to, how to b*** i* u*
Can't get enough so he always eat it up

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
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 need no

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

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

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

That's how it's going down here, baby
We out all the G's all around the world
Please believe it, y'all need to keep it
Keep ya A game, keep it baby

This Cherish right
This Rasheeda here, the Georgia peach
The Urban
It don't get no better this