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

Ya we back drippin stains
plus we be switchin lanes
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass in h-town
got that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back again Loaded 4
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 gone till they die

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

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

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