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 this ATL

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

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

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint 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 G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need, the ones talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
can handle a chick like me, a chick like 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 back to Philly but them dirty
Oh, they do to me

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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? 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 don't need no

I need a down 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

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 temperature jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the candy paint
Or the way he hold me down and keep it
Plus he know just how to, how to 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 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 ride so
That can give me what I need, the ones that talk so
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

That's how it's going 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 than this