Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

[Lil
The south alot of flow
ya know we got alot of
we make bitches drop that
shit own to tha floor
fuck dem whores who they
run shit i make numba 1
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 we back drippin stains
plus we be lanes Maybach
do big things ohh got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha bass everybody in
got that gat on they waist you how we do
we aint no 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 gone ride till they die

[Dj Talking]
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha coming up the offical
king koopa 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 when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, sells..and I know I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to that Lil' Jon
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta keep a
Just kiddin', don't guns, guns will 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 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, maybe next bitch ass niggq, I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I 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 just to myself
Won't pour up a
I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll 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 wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather play a game of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the that wannabe's wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' lips then lipstick
My car got more butter a bunch of biscuits
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using turntables for this mix
I around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!