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 bring alot of flow
ya know we got of hoes
we make them drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who they
run i make 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 for da heads ohhh

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

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

You that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I open my
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my
niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia bia's to listen to that Lil' Jon song
ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta keep a
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb to squill
Don't get mad, don't take seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, then Russell want me to his dotted-line
Nope, next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to move 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 impress
Might spit game to a nun to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll throw up the
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white like the head-lights on a van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress 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 more butter then a of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!