Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

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

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

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

I got your up in my rover man
I never her, I never hold her hand
In fact I her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's man

When I twist her in the gold
I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen
Weddin' don't make it rosy man

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

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

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

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her on his dick, keep lickin' 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 better 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 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 of me flashin' your money

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

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

Legit bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and
Suckin' and fuckin', it when I put tha dick 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 her lips
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
her hand 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 that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

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

She beggin' 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 on tighter

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

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

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, keep lookin' in his

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

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

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

hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that
My bad is your freak

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

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, keep in his eyes

Oh, is your chick? You better tell 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 Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

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