Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

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

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

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

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

When I twist her in the gold
Like I'm goldie man, bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the hands
bands don't make it rosy man

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 on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is that your 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 like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, up and close the door

Act like you in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of this crispy
How you how the white 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, lickin' her lips
Is that chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

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

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

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

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new stepper
Must have mad
your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To climax I come up a nab, the game don't stop

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
Is that your chick? Why she all in his
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 your chick? Why she beepin'
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 at all, you betta check her dawg

She keep me to hit it raw
So she can have my and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you her
Shit, I put the rubber on

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

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

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

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

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 let her get that cheese
My bad is that freak

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

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, lickin' her lips
Is that 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 that your chick? Why she him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my clique
her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be dicks
From catz who order Cris play the with the Knicks
That can only to something unfortunate

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

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

Oh, is that 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, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that chick? 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 Bleek and them, trick