Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Memph
man, Missy, Twista, Sho' 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 keep 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 and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my man
I never kiss her, I 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 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 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 your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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 kicks crispy
How you love how the 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, keep lickin' her
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
With her 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 that man
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

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

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

Playa lectures got me shinin' a new Gator stepper
have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the game stop

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Memph man take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the
And you know how it go it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the you know

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

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

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 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 praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin'
her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From out with chicks 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 your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours fast
'Cause we get more cash than the nigga

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

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