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

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

[Dj Talking]
was a hot freestlye 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, do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards like 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 holla, run hollow tips follow
prank callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to that Lil' Jon
ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to
Don't get mad, don't everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So I'ma continue, to move 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 a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more green then green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun to test myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And blow up the show
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 need a mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game 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 impress
So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got more butter then a bunch of
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 walk with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get ohhhhh nooo!