Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Memph
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't 'em I fuck 'em
I don't 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she callin' me Big
(And one)
And my is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

Gradually I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open
You comin' home to and empty soda cans

I got bitch up in my rover man
I kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a man
Imma her, it's over man

When I twist her in the sedan
Like I'm man, you're bitch chose man
man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it man

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
Is your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe I
I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turnin' chocha
by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, up, shut up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave doin' 160?
seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
Is your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the
Your bitch on the passenger side of me your money

Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your
Behind the knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is
When I come in the party with J we do it to death
You ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shinin' a new Gator stepper
Must been mad
When your ho put my in the dash, bust in her ass
To I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit bendin' up the block
rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', it when I put tha dick up inside her
help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
Is that chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better her chill
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out me?
Room 112, balcony
How she say Jay you can call the for me?
There's no respect at all, you betta her dawg

She beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can my kids and say it was yours
How foul is And you wifed her
Shit, I put the on tighter

Sent her home, she entered home
You hugged her up, the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your
Got your home, but not your bitch

You share that girl, let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll 'em sick that his favorite chick
savin' it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
With her on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your You better tell her chill
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

Yo, how dumb the I heard he trick
Bought a new five, six
Copped that for his new bitch
And I was diggin' down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your
Let her do her thing, brain in the whip
And you how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you

Your hoe chose, get mad at me
Got your wife me daddy
Put her out on the let her get that cheese
My bad is your freak

But you know how a do
When a nigga hit that, fuck you
it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' too

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his

Oh, is that chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin'
Keep her out of all in the mix
From hanging out chicks who be swallowin' dicks
catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch bitch
Play the dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got whores on lock
Got them bitches in the makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you that?
I'm playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
Is that chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick