Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo chic the grabbin
on that nigga is dat yo chic

[Lil
The south bring of flow
ya know we got of hoes
we make them bitches drop
shit own dont to tha
fuck dem whores who they
run shit i make numba 1
dey make flops they acutaly
shit that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be on tha cops shake dem drades
ya got tha mops for da heads ohhh

Ya know we back drippin
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
on my wasit we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got that gat on they waist you how we do
we aint no fools back Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as as the sky ya know im ride till
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga ride till they die

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
king koopa color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like when I open my wallet
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
Shut up when the holla, run hollow tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, then Russell me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene I drop my screens
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to test
Won't up a fourth
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many hoes on my I gotta stretch my belt
ya better go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a chain bigger then slick ricks
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!