Luyện nghe bài hát Is That Your Chick

R O C, Memph
Jigga man, Missy, Twista, nuff
Yeah, yo

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

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

I got your bitch up in my man
I never her, I never hold her hand
In I diss her, I'm a bolder man
Imma pimp her, it's man

When I twist her in the gold
I'm goldie man, you're bitch chose man
Jigga man, with the frozen hands
Weddin' bands make it rosy man

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

Oh, is that your chick? You better her chill
While you all in his grill, you know that man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

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?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

ballers bendin' up the block
Niggas rushin', comin' at us 'cause of and props
Suckin' and fuckin', loving it when I put tha up inside 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 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 her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you that man kill?
Is that your Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

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

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

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

You that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em that his favorite chick
savin' it, unfaithful bitch

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

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

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

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

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

But you know how a do
When a nigga hit that, it's you
Keep it snug, tre in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' too

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
you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick? Why she beepin'
Keep praisin' him? that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie, you betta keep her away from my clique
her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be dicks
From who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something

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

All dem hoes damn, I gotta 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 just playing the cards Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

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