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

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

[Dj Talking]
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest up the offical
king 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 know but I only like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
prank callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to that Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't take everything
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next 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 chrome metal 'copter blades keep for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got butter then a bunch 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 platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!