Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

[Dj Talking]
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king koopa changing color 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 that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya nickname was
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia bia's need to to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to the peace, gotta keep a piece
Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
get mad, don't take everything seriously
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 this boy got to be
If he's not, then Russell want me to sign his
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, I'm found
Sharks in the dark, ya talk down now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my
Got more green mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' I'll up the fourth
I'll show up to four
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
I'll rather play a solo of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
me I'm the nigga that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So many hoes on my dick I stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall 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 lick 6 we ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or a black ford
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!