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

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

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

You that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I open my
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
prank callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia need to listen to that 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', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then Russell want me to sign his
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to 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 just to myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And blow 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 as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
me I'm the nigga that wannabe's wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
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 kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
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!