Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so we got here y'all?
This right here is we call female pimpin'
Understand Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby, okay
Don you a little 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, wrist shinning so
Give me paper or anything I like

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

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

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

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

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

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui
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 walkin'
That can handle a like me, a chick like me

Red monkey jeans low with a black-T
mean swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's something 'bout G's
Make Rasheeda temperature jump 100

Is it the money or the candy paint
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
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 Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
Cause we 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 so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip soldiers
That can handle a like me, a chick like me

Where my Chi Town gangstas? for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my 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 that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a chick me

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

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