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 south bring of flow
ya we got alot of hoes
we make them bitches drop
shit own to tha floor
fuck dem whores who they
run shit i 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
like ya got tha mops for da heads

Ya know we drippin 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 step to tha bass 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 yo chance 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 that 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
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to 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 need to listen to that Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat 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 in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule 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
Hakim' cause a 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' I'll up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white like the head-lights on a van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
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 ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my
Nigga ya go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under toe on christmas
Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's then slick ricks
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get ohhhhh nooo!