Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

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

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

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

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

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

All my fellas to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly
I'm not the picky type, I my thugs from every city
GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty
Oh, they do to me

See I to disagree
I my thugs from the NYC
Steady trappin' on the scene
Ridin' in cars up on that lean

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

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

Red monkey jeans hanging low with a
mean swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's something them G's
Make Rasheeda jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the candy paint
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 Down for whatever
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East hustlers? My New Yorkers 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 West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick me, a chick like me

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

I a down 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 me, a chick like me

That's how it's going right here, baby
We calling out all the G's all the world
Please believe it, y'all to keep it pimpin'
Keep ya A game, it tight baby

This right here
This right here, the Georgia peach
The Urban
It don't get no than this