Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

Ya know we drippin stains
we be switchin lanes 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 you know how we do
we no fools back again 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 color he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that 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
be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the 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, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to
Don't get mad, don't take seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
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 a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I 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 go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I walk around with a that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!