Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

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

I a down south 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 chick like me, a chick 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 Philly but them dirty
Oh, they do to me

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

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers holla
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 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 mean swag and he trappin' on the back
Now man it's something 'bout G's
Make Rasheeda jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he hold me down and it pimpin'?
Plus he 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 Saint players
Where my East Coast My New Yorkers holla
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 give me what I need, the ones talk so hood
The boys from the 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 Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
we don't need no bustas, we don't need no haters

I a down 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 scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a 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 to keep it pimpin'
ya A game, keep it tight baby

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