Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got y'all?
right here is what we call female pimpin'
Understand that Rasheeda, okay, baby, okay
Don you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL

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

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

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't 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 talk so
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip soldiers
can handle a chick like me, a chick like me

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

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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui 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 G, the ones that ride so good
That can me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a like me, a chick like me

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

Is it the or the candy paint drippin'
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
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 Saint 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 south G, the ones 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'
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
my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers 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 me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

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

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