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 love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I 'em with another 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' your bitch, comin' over your shit
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 up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I never her hand
In fact I her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, over man

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

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, keep lookin' in his

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 him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, lye, recognize 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 like you been in the drop top on the open before
Fix your weave, then fix me, gave head doin' 160?
Ever a pair of kicks this crispy
How you how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep 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? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up 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 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, don't you know that man
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

Sent her home, when she home
You her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got kids
Got your home, but not your bitch

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her hand on his dick, keep 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 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 Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

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 slug too

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

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

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

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

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