Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

Ya know we back stains
plus we be switchin lanes
do big ohh fuck got my gat
loaded on my wasit we do h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha 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 take yo chance and get a of da pie
every gone ride till they die

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest up the offical
koopa 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 that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
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 like ya nickname was
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's to listen 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', touch guns, guns will kill
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
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, then want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more green mean green sippin' 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' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light 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 impress
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet
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 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 bunch of
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I walk around with a that's bigger then slick ricks
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!