Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here
This right here is we call female pimpin'
that Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby, okay
Don Vito you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like ATL

Straight up, A-Town. my type
Thugged out from the hood that's what I
Neck, ears, wrist so bright
Give me or plastic anything I like

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

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

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

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

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 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
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

Is it the money or the candy paint
Or the way he hold me down and it pimpin'?
he know just how to, how to b*** i* u*
Can't get so he always wanna eat it up

Where my Chi 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 don't need no

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

Where my Chi Town 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 need no haters

I need a down south G, the ones that 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 a chick like me, a chick like me

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

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