Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho'
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I '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 name is Jay-Z, she was all on my

Gradually I'm takin' your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open
You comin' to dishes and empty soda cans

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

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
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 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 Bleek and them, trick

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

Act like you been in the top on the open road before
Fix weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks crispy
How you love how the white wife 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 know that man
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must been mad
your ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit ballers bendin' up the
rushin', comin' at us 'cause 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 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 lookin' in his

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

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

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

Sent her home, when she 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 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, keep lickin' her
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his

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

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

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

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

But you how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, 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?
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 your chick? You better tell 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

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

Hot boy Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all '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 than the average nigga

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

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

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