Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

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

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
This ain't no thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will
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
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 ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn
cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a 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 myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet
hold 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
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!