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 alot of
ya know we got alot of
we make them bitches drop
shit own dont to tha
fuck dem whores who think
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 cops dem drades
ya got tha mops for da heads ohhh

Ya know we back stains
plus we be lanes Maybach
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 that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back again 4 10's
4-4 as high as the sky ya know im ride till
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
nigga gone ride till they die

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
koopa changing color 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 that when I my wallet
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya 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
Like callers..yall niggaz 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 that Lil' Jon
This no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
Don't get mad, don't take seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
the Mixtape 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 not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya down now drown
So I'ma continue, to move 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 when I my screens
Got green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
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
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
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
Lucky me I'm the that wannabe's wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female then lipstick
My car got more butter then a of biscuits
I get chicks while you get and get dismissed
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get ohhhhh nooo!