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 don't 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with one
You had to see she callin' 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 hostess for my hand
You comin' home to and empty soda cans

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

When I her in the gold sedan
Like I'm man, you're bitch chose man
man, Iceberg with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands 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?
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 him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, hoe chose I
I ain't gonna lie, what I look like down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, recognize a pimp, open your
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 drop top on the open before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever head doin' 160?
seen a pair of kicks this crispy
How you love how the 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, lickin' 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 tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

Playa lectures got me shinin' a new Gator 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 stop

ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us of status and props
and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up inside 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 man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's 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 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 rubber on

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 girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, bitch

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
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 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' him? 'Cause Bleek and them, trick

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

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

But you how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, fuck 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?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

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

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

Hot boy like Jigga man 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 on lock
Got them bitches in the smash makin' yours fast
we get more 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 that?
I'm playing 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, keep 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 tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,