Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

You see I like 'em 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 Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no

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 West Coast scene, my 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 type, I like my thugs from every city
GA, L.A., on back to but them dirty boys
Oh, they do to me

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

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint Loui
Where my East Coast 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 give me I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin'
That can handle a chick like me, a chick me

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

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
Plus he know just how to, how to i* u*
get enough so he always wanna eat it up

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

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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? 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 south G, the ones that 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 going down right here, baby
We calling out all the G's all around the
Please believe it, y'all need to keep it
Keep ya A game, keep it baby

This right here
This Rasheeda right here, the peach
The Urban
It get no better than this