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 'em, I replace 'em with 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' over your
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda

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

When I her in the gold sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch man
man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' don't 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 your chick? Why she all in his
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 that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

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

Act like you been in the top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head 160?
seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the white wife fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

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

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

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

Playa got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have 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

ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of 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?
her hand 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 your 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 praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

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

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

Sent her home, 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 make 'em sick his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, bitch

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, 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 chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

Memph man I'll take your
Let her do her thing, give in the whip
And you know how it go when it to the hoes
She can do the thing to the clique you know

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

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

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 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 that man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

All dem hoes like damn, I have this nigga
'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 cards choosenly Jigga man who ya to be?

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