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 don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em 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' over your bitch, comin' 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 bitch up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her
In I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, over man

When I her in the gold sedan
I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it man

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 on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
While you all in his grill, you know that 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 look like turnin' down
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, 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 been in the top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head 160?
Ever a pair of kicks this 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 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, you know that man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' the dome off Keenan
while 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' while your
Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for
that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' hefers

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

ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she 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?
With her 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 Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out 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 my kids and say it was yours
How is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on

her home, when she entered home
You her up, what the fuck 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 Earl
It'll 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, bitch

Oh, is your 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 on his thigh, keep lookin' 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 chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

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

Memph man I'll take your
Let her do her thing, give 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 your callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that
My bad is your freak

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

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

Oh, is your chick? 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? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Hot boy like Jigga man your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 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 damn, I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you that
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock
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, keep lickin' her
Is that your 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, you know that man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick