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 bitches drop that
shit own dont to tha
fuck dem whores who they
run i make numba 1 hits
dey make flops they acutaly
that shit be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha cops dem drades
like ya got tha for da heads ohhh

Ya know we back stains
plus we be switchin lanes
do big ohh fuck 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 you know 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 and get a piece of da pie
every nigga ride till they die

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
king changing color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like ain't fraud
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya nickname was
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, 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, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, then want 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 I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the chrome metal blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks a crippled girl turn her damn head
cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the on a white van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather play a game of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!