Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

Ya know we drippin stains
plus we be lanes Maybach
do big ohh fuck got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha everybody in h-town
got that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back again 4 10's
4-4 blow as as the sky ya know im ride till
i die take yo chance and get a 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 know feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards like they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to 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 keep a
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
get mad, don't take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a 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 boy got to be signed
If he's not, then want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit game to a nun to test myself
Won't up a fourth
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you wanna bet you'll never 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 tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!