Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo chic the bitch
on that dick is dat yo chic

[Lil
The bring alot of flow
ya know we got of hoes
we make bitches drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make numba 1
dey make flops they acutaly
that shit be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha shake dem drades
like ya got tha for da heads ohhh

Ya know we back drippin
plus we be lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
on my wasit we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha everybody in h-town
got that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya know im till
i die yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga gone till they die

[Dj Drama
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest up the offical
king koopa changing lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel that when I open my wallet
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow follow
Like prank callers..yall need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya nickname was
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't take seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, then Russell want me to sign his
Nope, maybe next ass niggq, underground I'm found
swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to test
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' lips then lipstick
My car got butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick
Warfare and lick 6 we never bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!