Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

[Lil
The bring alot of flow
ya know we got alot of
we make them bitches that
shit own dont to tha
fuck dem who think they
run shit i make 1 hits
dey make flops acutaly make
that that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha shake dem drades
ya got tha mops for da heads ohhh

Ya know we back drippin
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big ohh fuck got my gat
on my wasit we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got that gat on waist you know how we do
we no fools back again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 as high as the sky ya know im ride till
i die take yo and get a piece of da pie
every nigga gone ride they die

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

You know feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't 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 Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
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 talk down now
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn
Hakim' a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
spit game to a nun just to test 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 skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How you niggaz wanna bet you'll never 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 ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!