Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Memph
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' over your bitch, comin' over your
Got my up on you sofas, man
I a hostess for my open hand
You comin' home to and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my man
I kiss her, I never hold 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
Jigga man, with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands don't make it man

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?
her hand 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 that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Act like you in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doin'
Ever seen a of kicks 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, keep lickin' her
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
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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

Playa lectures got me like a new Gator stepper
Must have mad
When ho put my stuff in the dash, bust in her ass
To I come up with 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 when I put tha up inside her
Can't help it if she with a ridah

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, 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 your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's 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?
There's no at all, you betta check her dawg

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

Sent her home, when she home
You hugged her up, the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got kids
Got your home, but that's not your

You share that girl, let 'em hear daddy Earl
make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All dem hoes like damn, I gotta have this
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you that?
I'm just playing the choosenly Jigga 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 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 Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick