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

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

[Dj Drama
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king changing color 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 feel like that when I open my
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
Like callers..yall niggaz need 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 to listen to that Lil' Jon song
ain't no sisqo thong 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 use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't take everything
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
swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep 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 my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit game to a nun just to test
pour up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll play a solo game of dice and bet myself
hold 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 ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female then lipstick
My car got butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!