Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo the bitch grabbin
on that dick is dat yo chic

[Lil
The south bring of flow
ya we got alot of hoes
we make them bitches drop
shit own dont to tha
dem whores who think they
run shit i numba 1 hits
dey make they acutaly make
shit that be called "not real hip hop"
T.I. be fellin on tha cops shake dem
like ya got tha for da heads ohhh

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

[Dj Talking]
That was a hot 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 you get when you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like ain't fraud
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz to hang it up
no Biggie, take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, keep a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to
Don't get mad, don't take everything
But if ya and lookin' for a rapper to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get and tie ya
to the table, open ya and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, then Russell want me to sign his
Nope, next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to test
Won't 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 the head-lights on a white van
As as a white man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a mit to catch myself
How you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather a solo game of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!