Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

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

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

All my fellas to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly
I'm not the type, I like my thugs from every city
GA, L.A., on back to but them dirty boys
Oh, they do 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 gangstas? Down for
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't no bustas, we don't need no haters

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

Red monkey jeans hanging low with a
Gotta swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's something them G's
Rasheeda temperature jump 100 degrees

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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
Cause we 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 ones talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

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

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

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