Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

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 no haters

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

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

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

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

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

Red monkey hanging low with a black-T
Gotta mean swag and he trappin' on the back
Now man it's 'bout them G's
Make Rasheeda 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*
get enough so he always wanna eat it up

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

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

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
Cause we need 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 that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my 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 the world
Please believe it, y'all to keep it pimpin'
Keep ya A game, keep it tight

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