Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

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

Don't get mad at me, I don't 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with 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' over bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my hand
You comin' home to dishes and soda cans

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

I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I'm goldie man, bitch chose man
man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't it rosy man

Oh, is your 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?
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 man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe I
I ain't gonna lie, I look like turnin' down chocha
by, smokin' 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 the door

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

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

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome like 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
When I in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, while we pimpin' these hefers

lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have 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
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up her
help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that 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?
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 that man
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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 keep me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was
How foul is And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on

Sent her home, she entered 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, don't let 'em daddy Earl
make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't it, unfaithful bitch

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

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

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

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

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 slug too

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 hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
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

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 who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can lead to something unfortunate

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

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

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