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 south alot of flow
ya know we got alot of
we make them drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make 1 hits
dey make flops they make
shit that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be on tha cops shake dem drades
like ya got tha mops for da ohhh

Ya know we back drippin
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 everybody in h-town
got that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya know im till
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga gone till they die

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

You that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the holla, run hollow tips follow
prank callers..yall niggaz 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 to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, 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 rapper to fear, me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white like the on a white van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' touched mo' female then lipstick
My car got more then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!