Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo the bitch grabbin
on nigga dick is dat yo chic

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

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

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king koopa changing lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
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, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to that Lil' Jon
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya down now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
Hakim' a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then 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 up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I 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 go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!