Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I to ball fall
So give me chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin'
slow like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, word on the bird's
they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
What you got, give me yo yae, me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at that
of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's ya scram 'cause I'm a champion
I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty
Ya see I'm in yo hood and my nose dirty

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on corner's
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip
Everybody I'm a fool on the come up move
My boy need's new shoes
So what the am I to do
a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to me
all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and still mine
Now I'm caught up in that livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and to stay
To see the finer in life
Maybe get a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, natural
lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me black 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you takin'
Lyin' and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

verse: {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my double now
It's time to rock
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I the cah in a glass trash bag stash
I the coke and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}