Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

up, A-Town. That's my type
Thugged out the hood 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
painted Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta is my kind of dude

Where my Chi gangstas? 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 ride so
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 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 from city
GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty
Oh, do something to me

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

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
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 me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick me, a chick like me

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

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he hold me down and keep it
Plus he know how to, how to b*** i* u*
Can't get enough so he always eat it up

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
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 ride so
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

Where my Chi Town gangstas? 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 south G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need, the ones that so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
can handle a chick like me, a chick like me

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

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