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

Ya know we drippin stains
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big ohh fuck got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do that stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got gat on they waist you know how we do
we aint no fools back 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 gone ride till they die

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

You know that you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't but I only feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
up when 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 need to listen to that Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya 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 bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll 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 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 get my wealth
I'll play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go 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 I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!