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

Straight up, A-Town. 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
Black shades, black tee and shoes
Candy painted on 22s
up gutta is just my kind of dude

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New 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 talk so
The boys from the West scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick 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 like my thugs every city
GA, L.A., on back to but them dirty boys
Oh, do something to me

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

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we need 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 the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

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

Is it the money or the candy drippin'
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

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

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

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

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

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