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 alot of
we make them drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make 1 hits
dey flops they acutaly make
that shit 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 back stains
plus we be switchin Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass in h-town
got that gat on waist you know how we do
we aint no fools again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya im ride till
i die take yo and get a piece 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 changing color 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 know but I only feel like when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
Shut up when the heat holla, run tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia need to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns kill
And that's real, when you 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 Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And blow 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 right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk with a chain that's bigger then slick 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 you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!