Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

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

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

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

[Dj Talking]
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 you in love, what do ya call it?
I don't know but I feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
Open ya so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz tryna tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run tips follow
prank callers..yall niggaz need to hang it up
no Biggie, I'll his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
But you bia bia's need to listen to Lil' Jon song
ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in order to keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', don't guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and for a rapper to fear, it's me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped 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, Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe next bitch ass niggq, underground I'm
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So I'ma continue, to rule get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to test
pour up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho show up to four
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather play a game 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 myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter 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 got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around with a chain 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 in through the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!