Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

Ya know we back stains
plus we be switchin lanes
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha 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 know im till
i die take yo chance and get a of da pie
every nigga ride till they die

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king koopa color 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 feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
prank callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
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 the peace, gotta keep a piece
kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then Russell me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya down now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of
in a green limousine, I impress
Might game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
me I'm the nigga that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more then a bunch of biscuits
I get while you get dissed 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 platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe 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!