Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

[Lil
The south alot of flow
ya know we got alot of
we make them bitches drop
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who they
run shit i numba 1 hits
dey make they acutaly make
that shit that be called "not 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 lanes Maybach
do big ohh fuck 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 back again Loaded 4
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 gone ride till die

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

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his 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 of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch 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
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, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule 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 a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't up a fourth
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Jackson's right 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
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
me I'm the nigga that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more butter a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a 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!