Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

[Lil
The south bring alot of
ya know we got alot of
we make them bitches drop
shit own to tha floor
dem whores who think they
run i make numba 1 hits
dey make flops acutaly 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 switchin Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do that stomp
then we 2 to tha bass everybody in h-town
got that gat on they waist you how we do
we no fools back again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as as the sky ya know im ride till
i die take yo and get a piece of da pie
every gone ride till they die

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
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' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to 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 voice of the
So in order to keep the peace, keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't guns, guns will kill
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
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed
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 continue, to rule move get out the way
While the chrome metal blades keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
Hakim' cause a scene I drop my screens
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
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
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So many hoes on my I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got more butter 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 diamonds on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 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 comin' in through the
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!