Luyện nghe bài hát Is Dat Yo Chic

[girl on
Is dat yo chic the grabbin
on that nigga is dat yo chic

[Lil
The south alot of flow
ya know we got alot of
we make them drop that
own dont to tha floor
fuck dem whores who think
run shit i make 1 hits
dey make flops they 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 back drippin
we be switchin lanes Maybach
do big ohh fuck got my gat
loaded on my we do that h-town stomp
we 2 step to tha bass everybody in h-town
got that gat on they you know how we do
we aint no fools back again Loaded 4
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya im ride till
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 coming up the offical
king changing color lizard he is
a rap god you who im
about....

You know that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya it?
I don't know but I only feel like that when I my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they fraud
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet 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 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 thong song, we the voice of the
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, take everything seriously
But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, me
the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya
to the table, open ya mouth and ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk now drown
So continue, to rule move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for

The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got more green then green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
Won't up a fourth
Sho' throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white like the head-lights on a van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga
ohh! I impress 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
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress
So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my
Nigga ya go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips touched 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 like I was under toe on christmas
Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride bareford
Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war in through the backdoor
dem whores you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!