Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

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

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I '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' 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 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 sedan
I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen
Weddin' bands make it rosy man

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

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

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

Oh, is that 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?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

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

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

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

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator
have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, 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', loving it when I put tha dick up her
Can't it if she yellin' with a ridah

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

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 respect at all, you betta her dawg

She keep me to hit it raw
So she can my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you 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 kids
Got your home, but that's not bitch

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

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

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

man I'll take your bitch
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

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

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

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

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
you all in his grill, don't 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'
her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the
can only lead to something unfortunate

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

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
Is that your 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
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick