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

Ya we back drippin stains
plus we be switchin Maybach
do big ohh fuck got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
then we 2 step to tha everybody in h-town
got gat on they waist 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 yo chance and get a piece of da pie
every nigga ride till 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 that feelin' you get when 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' like they ain't
Open ya mouth so I can ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tell ya how to get a dollar
Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips
Like prank callers..yall need 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 listen to Lil' Jon song
This no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets
So in to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece
kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will kill
And real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't 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 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 I'ma continue, to move get out the way
the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a cup of lean
in a green limousine, I myself
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I impress
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my
rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' touched mo' female then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of
I get chicks while you get and get dismissed
I get kissed I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum for this mix
I walk around a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
fuck dem whores you know how we get down nooo!