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 alot of flow
ya know we got of hoes
we make bitches drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make numba 1
dey make they acutaly make
that shit that be "not real hip hop"
T.I. be on tha cops shake dem drades
ya got tha mops for da heads ohhh

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

[Dj Drama
That was a hot but now we
got tha illest coming up the
king koopa color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, do ya call it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
Open ya mouth so I can drag ya and cut my yard
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to it up
no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was
But you bia bia's to listen to that Lil' Jon song
This ain't no sisqo song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta keep a
kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you use ya dumb tongue to squill
get mad, don't take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
Chamillion the Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man boy got to be signed
If he's not, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand,
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz bet you'll never get my wealth
rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many hoes on my I gotta stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then ricks
and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!