Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho'
Yeah, yo

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

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

I got your bitch up in my man
I never kiss her, I never her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a man
Imma pimp her, over man

When I twist her in the gold
Like I'm goldie man, bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg the frozen hands
Weddin' bands make it rosy man

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 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?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
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' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

Legit ballers up the block
Niggas rushin', at us 'cause of status and props
and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' a ridah

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
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 know man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you alone, why she out with me?
112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can the house for me?
There's no at all, you betta check her dawg

She keep 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 rubber on

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

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear Earl
It'll 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful

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

Oh, is that your chick? You 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 Bleek and them, trick

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

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

Your hoe chose, get mad at me
Got your callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that
My bad is that your

But you how a thug do
a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug, tre in the boot
wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

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

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

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

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

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have nigga
I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just 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, lickin' her lips
Is your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

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