Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got y'all?
This right here is what we call pimpin'
Understand that Rasheeda, okay, baby, okay
Don you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like this ATL

Straight up, A-Town. That's my
Thugged out from the hood that's what I
Neck, ears, wrist shinning so
me paper or plastic anything I like

You see I 'em kind of cool
Black shades, tee and black shoes
painted Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta is just my kind of

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so
That can give me what I need, the that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can a chick like me, a chick like me

All my fellas need to hear me, I y'all to hear me clearly
I'm not the picky type, I like my thugs from every
GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them boys
Oh, do something to me

See I to disagree
I like my from the NYC
Steady on the gangsta scene
Ridin' in cars up on that gangsta

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New holla
Cause we don't no bustas, we don't need no haters

I need a south G, the ones that ride so good
can give me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

Red monkey jeans low with a black-T
mean swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's 'bout them G's
Make Rasheeda temperature 100 degrees

Is it the money or the paint drippin'
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
Plus he just how to, how to b*** i* u*
get enough so he always wanna eat it up

Where my Chi Town gangstas? for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't no haters

I a down south G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a chick me

Where my Chi Town Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't no haters

I need a down G, the ones that ride so good
That can me what I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
can handle a chick like me, a chick like me

That's how it's down right here, baby
We out all the G's all around the world
Please it, y'all need to keep it pimpin'
Keep ya A game, keep it baby

This right here
This Rasheeda here, the Georgia peach
The Urban
It get no better than this