Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha coming up the offical
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 like that I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
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', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, you still 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
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and 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 in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more green then mean sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the
I'll show up to four
And bleeh blow up the
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 on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll rather play a game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
Lucky me I'm the that wannabe's wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many on my dick 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 a bunch of biscuits
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!