Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo chic the grabbin
on nigga dick is dat yo chic

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

Ya know we drippin stains
plus we be lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do h-town stomp
we 2 step to tha bass everybody in h-town
got that gat on they waist you how we do
we aint no back again Loaded 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 ride till they die

[Dj Drama
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 that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya it?
I don't but I only feel like that when I open my wallet
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz 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, guns kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
get mad, don't take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper 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, I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So I'ma continue, to 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 make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light 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
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz 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
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many hoes on my I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
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 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 maybe a ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!