Luyện nghe bài hát Chick Like Me

Yeah, D-lo, okay, Sho'Nuff, so what we got here
This right is what we call female pimpin'
Understand that Rasheeda, okay, Cherish baby,
Don Vito you a little foolish, ha, ha, I like ATL

Straight up, A-Town. That's my
Thugged out the hood that's what I like
Neck, ears, shinning so bright
Give me paper or plastic anything I

You see I like 'em kind of
Black shades, tee and black shoes
Candy Impala on 22s
Straight up gutta is my kind of dude

Where my Chi Town gangstas? for whatever
And all my riders, my Saint Loui players
Where my East Coast My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no

I need a down south G, the ones that ride so
That can give me what I need, the ones talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

All my fellas to hear me, I want y'all to hear me clearly
I'm not the picky type, I like my from every city
GA, L.A., on back to Philly but them dirty
Oh, do something to me

See I have to
I like my from the NYC
trappin' on the gangsta scene
Ridin' in cars up on gangsta lean

my Chi Town gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Loui players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New Yorkers
Cause we don't no bustas, we don't need no haters

I need a south G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need, the that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip walkin'
That can handle a chick me, a chick like me

Red monkey jeans hanging low with a
Gotta swag and he trappin' on the back street
Now man it's 'bout them G's
Rasheeda temperature jump 100 degrees

Is it the money or the candy paint
Or the way he me down and keep it pimpin'?
he know just how to, how to b*** i* u*
Can't get so he always wanna eat it up

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast My New Yorkers holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't no haters

I need a down south G, the ones ride so good
That can give me I need, the ones that talk so hood
The boys from the West Coast scene, my crip soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a chick me

Where my Chi gangstas? Down for whatever
And all my Midwest riders, my Saint players
Where my East Coast hustlers? My New holla
Cause we don't need no bustas, we don't need no

I need a down G, the ones that ride so good
That can give me what I need, the ones talk so hood
The boys from the Coast scene, my crip walkin' soldiers
That can handle a chick like me, a like me

how it's going down right here, baby
We out all the G's all around the world
Please believe it, y'all need to keep it
Keep ya A game, keep it baby

This Cherish right
This right here, the Georgia peach
The Urban
It don't get no better this