Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Bleek
man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't 'em I duck 'em, I replace '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' over your bitch, over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a for my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and soda cans

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

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

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

Yo, it now, yo, yo, your hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, what I 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, what's up, 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 pair of 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, 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 chick? You better tell 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,

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 it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' money

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

Playa got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must been mad
When your ho put my in the dash, bust in her ass
To I come up with a nab, the game don't stop

Legit bendin' up the block
rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status 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 your chick, why she all in his six?
With her 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 your You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' '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 the house for me?
There's no respect at all, you betta check her

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

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

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

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 hand on his thigh, keep 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 your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
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 chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick