Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

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

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya it?
I don't know but I only feel like when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my
Broke niggaz always tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run tips follow
Like prank callers..yall need to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia need to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will
And that's real, you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
get mad, don't take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya 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, next bitch 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 metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for

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