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 chase 'em I duck 'em, I 'em with another 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, over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I a hostess 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 hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a man
pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the frozen
Weddin' bands make it rosy man

Oh, is that 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 on his thigh, keep 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 beepin'
praisin' him? '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' chocha
Drove by, lye, recognize 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 gave doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of this crispy
How you love how the white beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

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?
her hand 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 your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm 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'
the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' hefers

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

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

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?
With her hand on his thigh, keep 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 your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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

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

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

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?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' 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 chick? Why she him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, how dumb the pimp? I he trick
Bought a new five, six
Copped for his new down 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 know how it go it come to the hoes
She can do the thing to the clique you know

Your hoe chose, get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me
Put her out on the let her get that cheese
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 wanna act, get a slug too

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
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 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 your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch bitch
Play the floor dot 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 makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this
'Cause hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock
I'm just playing the choosenly Jigga 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 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
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick