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 love 'em I fuck 'em
I chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace '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' over your bitch, comin' your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my hand
You comin' to dishes and empty soda cans

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

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

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

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

Act like you in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head 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 that chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, 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 that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

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

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

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

Legit ballers up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha up inside her
help 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 your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep 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?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, balcony
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 kids and say it was
How foul is she? And you her
Shit, I put the rubber on

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

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her 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 You better 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? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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

Your hoe chose, get mad at me
Got your wife me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get cheese
My bad is your freak

But you know how a do
When a hit that, it's fuck you
it snug, tre deuce in the boot
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 chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her on his thigh, keep 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 your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my clique
Keep her out of all in the mix
From hanging out chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to 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 from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this
'Cause 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, keep lookin' in his

Oh, is that 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 him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick