Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Bleek
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, nuff
Yeah, yo

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

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

When I twist her in the sedan
Like I'm man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, with the frozen hands
Weddin' don't make it rosy man

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 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 know that man
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head 160?
Ever seen a 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 your 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 know that man
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin' like a
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 side of me flashin' money

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

Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new stepper
Must been 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 bendin' up the
Niggas rushin', at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up 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 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
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, yo, why you home alone, why she out 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 beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my and say it was yours
How foul is And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on

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

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

Oh, is your 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
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 praisin' him? 'Cause that's and them, trick

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

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

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

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?
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, don't you know that man
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep him? 'Cause 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
can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man 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 smash yours drive fast
we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop
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 your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
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 know that man
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick