Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

[Dj Drama
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 that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I know but I only feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns kill
And that's real, you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So continue, to rule 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 girl 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 limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white like the on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more butter then a of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!