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

Ya we back 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 to tha bass everybody in h-town
got gat on they waist you know how we do
we no fools back again Loaded 4 10's
4-4 blow as high as the sky ya know im till
i die take yo and get a piece of da pie
every nigga gone ride they die

[Dj Talking]
was a hot freestlye but now we
got tha illest up the offical
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 feel like that when I open my wallet
Wanna be hard..retards actin' they ain't fraud
ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard
Broke niggaz always tryna tell ya how to get a
up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow
Like prank callers..yall niggaz need to it up
no Biggie, I'll take his like ya nickname was Puff
Ay, controversy sells..and I I was wrong
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 keep the peace, gotta a piece
Just kiddin', touch guns, guns will kill
And that's real, when you use ya dumb tongue to squill
Don't get mad, don't take everything
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, ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire
sandwich, man this boy got to be
If he's not, then Russell me to sign his dotted-line
Nope, maybe bitch ass niggq, underground I'm found
Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now
So I'ma continue, to move get out the way
While the chrome metal 'copter keep spinnin' for days

The gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I my screens
Got more green then mean sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress
Might game to a nun just to test myself
pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the
I'll show up to four
And blow up the show
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice white like the head-lights on a van
As bright as a man
a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet
hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga 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 then a bunch of biscuits
I get while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on
Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
Ridin' with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the
fuck dem whores you how we get down ohhhhh nooo!