Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Memph
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, Sho'
Yeah, yo

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em another one
You had to see she keep me Big
(And one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my

Gradually I'm takin' over bitch, comin' over your shit
Got my up on you sofas, man
I mean a for my open hand
You comin' home to and empty soda cans

I got bitch up in my rover man
I never kiss her, I hold her hand
In fact I diss her, I'm a man
Imma her, it's over man

When I twist her in the sedan
Like I'm goldie man, you're bitch man
Jigga man, Iceberg with the hands
bands don't make it rosy man

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his

Oh, is that chick? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is your chick? Why she beepin' him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, check it now, yo, yo, your hoe I
I ain't gonna lie, what I like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye, a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh, huh, okay, up, shut up and close the door

Act like you been in the drop top on the open road
Fix your weave, fix me, ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of this crispy
How you how the white wife beater fit me? M-dot, him hot, them not
(That's gangsta)

Oh, is that chick, why she all in his six?
her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha and Twista got 'em screamin' like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen, Chrome gleamin' like the dome off
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin', I'm whip it in the
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashin' your

Why you acting so funny? You she been flirtin' while your workin'
Behind the curtain jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no is left
When I come in the party with J we do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these

Playa lectures got me like a new Gator stepper
have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash, in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab, the game don't

Legit bendin' up the block
rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha dick up her
Can't it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
Is your chick? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,

Yo, yo, why you alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, balcony
How she say Jay you can call the for me?
There's no at all, you betta check her dawg

She beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my and say it was yours
How foul is And you wifed her
Shit, I put the on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered
You hugged her up, the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got kids
Got your home, but that's not your

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy
make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her on his dick, keep lickin' her lips
Is that your chick? Why she all in his
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your You better tell her chill
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Yo, how the pimp? I heard he trick
a new five, maybe six
Copped for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96

Memph man I'll take your
Let her do her thing, give brain in the
And you how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the you know

hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife me daddy
Put her out on the street let her get that
My bad is that freak

But you how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, fuck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the
wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too

Oh, is your chick, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep lickin' her
Is that your Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

out homie, you betta keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of all in the mix
From out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From catz who order Cris the floor with the Knicks
can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them on lock
Got bitches in the smash makin' yours drive fast
'Cause we get cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like damn, I have this nigga
'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you that
You would mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your chick, why she all in his
With her hand on his dick, keep her lips
Is your chick? Why she all in his ride?
her hand on his thigh, keep lookin' in his eyes

Oh, is that your chick? You better tell her
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that chick? Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them,