Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

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

You know that feelin' you get you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only like that when I open my wallet
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
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 'copter blades 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 drop my
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 test
pour up a fourth
Sho' throw 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 on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll rather play a solo of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got more butter a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' round a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get ohhhhh nooo!