Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Bleek
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 'em with another one
You had to see she callin' 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 hostess for my open
You comin' home to and empty soda cans

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

When I twist her in the gold
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the hands
Weddin' bands don't make it 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?
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 man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Act like you been in the top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever head doin' 160?
Ever a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the white wife 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, lickin' 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 tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Why you acting so funny? You know she been while your workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is
When I in the party 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
have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the don't stop

Legit ballers bendin' up the
Niggas rushin', at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha up inside her
help 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 chick? Why she all in his
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 that your chick? Why she him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek 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 my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you her
Shit, I put the rubber on

her home, when she entered 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, don't let 'em hear daddy
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite
Ain't it, unfaithful bitch

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, keep lookin' in his

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

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

Memph man I'll take bitch
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 wife callin' me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that
My bad is your freak

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

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 hand on his thigh, keep in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You 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? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Hot boy like man scorch your 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 bitches in the makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average

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

Oh, is your 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 hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is your 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' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick