Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we 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 that talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick 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 Philly but dirty boys
Oh, do something to me

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

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

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 walkin' soldiers
can handle a chick like me, a chick like me

Red jeans hanging low with a black-T
Gotta swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's 'bout them G's
Make Rasheeda temperature 100 degrees

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
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 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 give me what I need, the that talk so hood
The from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a like me, a chick like me

Where my Chi Town gangstas? Down for
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui
Where my East Coast My New Yorkers holla
Cause we need no bustas, we don't need no haters

I need a down south G, the 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
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
believe it, y'all need to keep it pimpin'
Keep ya A game, keep it baby

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