Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo chic the grabbin
on that nigga dick is dat yo

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

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

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king changing color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia need to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
Don't get mad, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
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 make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got more green then green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll throw up the
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the on a white van
As as a white man
a light tan
Ice as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll rather play a game 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 impress
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!