Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
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 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 handle a chick like me, a like me

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

See I to disagree
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 riders, my Saint Loui players
my East Coast 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 Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

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

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

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

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 Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a like me, a chick like me

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint 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 scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

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

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