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 bring alot of flow
ya we got alot of hoes
we them bitches drop that
shit own to tha floor
fuck dem whores who 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 shake dem drades
like ya got tha mops for da ohhh

Ya know we back 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 to tha bass everybody in h-town
got gat on they waist you know how we do
we aint no fools again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya im ride till
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga ride till they die

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
king koopa changing color 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 feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to that Lil' Jon
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the 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, when you still use ya tongue to squill
get mad, don't take 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 this boy got to be
If he's not, Russell want 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 I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit game to a nun just to test
pour up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
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 solo game of 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 hoes on my I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks while you get and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!