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

Ya know we drippin stains
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got that gat on they 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 Talking]
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha coming up the offical
king koopa changing color he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I know but I only feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet 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 Shyne like ya nickname was
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
This no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta keep a
Just kiddin', don't guns, guns will kill
And that's real, you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya and make 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 ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' I'll 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 on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of 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 I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks while you get and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get ohhhhh nooo!