Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

You see I like 'em kind of
shades, black tee and black shoes
Candy Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta is my kind of dude

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

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

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

See I to disagree
I like my thugs the NYC
Steady trappin' on the scene
in cars up on that gangsta lean

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
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 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 walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

Is it the money or the candy drippin'
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
Plus he just how to, how to b*** i* u*
get enough so he always wanna eat it up

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

I a down south G, the ones that ride 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 like me, a chick like me

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

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 West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

Cherish right here
This Rasheeda right here, the peach
The Legend
It get no better than this