Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

[Lil
The bring alot of flow
ya know we got of hoes
we make them bitches that
shit own to tha floor
dem whores who think they
run shit i make 1 hits
dey make flops they make
that that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha cops shake dem
like ya got tha 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 that stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got that gat on they waist you how we do
we no fools back again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya im ride till
i die take yo chance and get a of da pie
every nigga gone till they die

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
koopa 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 when I open my
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece
kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
Don't get mad, don't take 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 ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next 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 block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might 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 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 mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more butter then a 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 diamonds on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!