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 love 'em I 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em another one
You had to see she keep me Big
(And one)
And my is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a 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 hold her
In fact I diss her, I'm a man
Imma pimp her, over man

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

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
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 chick? You better 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? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

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

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road
Fix your weave, then fix me, 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, keep lickin' her
Is that your 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, you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Why you acting so funny? You know she been while your workin'
Behind the knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' 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 these hefers

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

Legit ballers up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of and props
and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick 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 lickin' her
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, 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 chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out me?
Room 112, hotel
How she say Jay you can call the for me?
no respect at all, you betta 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

her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the is up?
She got you whipped, got your
Got home, but that's not your bitch

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

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

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

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

Your hoe chose, get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me
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, it's you
it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a slug too

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

Oh, is that your chick? You 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

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

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

All dem like damn, I gotta have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the can you stop that
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 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 You better tell her chill
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick