Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so we got here y'all?
This right is what 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 hood what I like
Neck, ears, wrist so bright
me paper or plastic anything I like

You see I like 'em kind of
Black shades, black tee and 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 hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't no haters

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

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

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

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui
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 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 on the back street
Now man it's 'bout them G's
Make temperature jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he hold me down and keep it
Plus he just how to, how to b*** i* u*
get enough so he always wanna 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 don't need no bustas, we need no haters

I need a down south G, the ones ride so good
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

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

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

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