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 don't 'em I fuck 'em
I chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace '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 over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I a hostess for my open hand
You comin' to dishes and empty soda cans

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

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

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?
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, you know that man kill?
Is that your 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 passenger of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, shut up and close the

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

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

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

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

Playa lectures got me like 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 bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', at us 'cause of status and props
and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' a ridah

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?
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 that man
Is that your chick? Why she 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 at all, you betta check her dawg

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

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

You share that girl, let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his chick
savin' it, unfaithful bitch

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

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

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

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 your

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

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?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

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

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

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the can you stop that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you that?
I'm just playing the choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed 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 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 beepin'
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick