Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

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

Don't get mad at me, I don't 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she callin' me Big
(And one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my

I'm takin' over your bitch, comin' over your shit
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 up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I hold her hand
In I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's man

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
her hand 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 man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
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 like turnin' chocha
Drove by, lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't
Uh, huh, okay, what's up, up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of this crispy
How you how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

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

Tha and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, gleamin' 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' your

Why you acting so funny? You she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the knuckles jerkin' 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

lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must been 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

Legit ballers up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and
and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' 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
With her 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 beepin'
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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 betta her dawg

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

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

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

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your 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
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

Memph man I'll your 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 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 cheese
My bad is that your

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

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
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 tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of all in the mix
From hanging out chicks 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 Jigga man go then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get more than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the can you stop that
You would mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just the cards choosenly 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?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

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