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 don't chase 'em I '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' home to dishes and empty 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 her in the gold sedan
Like I'm man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the hands
bands don't make it rosy man

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

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

Act you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave doin' 160?
seen 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 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 better her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
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 while I'm smokin', I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the side of me flashin' your money

Why you so funny? You know she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles for certain
Poppin' pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we 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 up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha up inside her
Can't it if she yellin' with a ridah

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
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
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 and say it was yours
How is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the on tighter

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 that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick his favorite chick
Ain't it, unfaithful bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot boy Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the 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 choosenly man who ya supposed to be?

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 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?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick