Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So me some chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called yella out his
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me
What you got, give me yo yae, me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin'
Don't try to test my and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should knew you couldn't run from the chrome

It's best ya scram 'cause I'm a
I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em
I'm low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my dirty

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on corner's
Nigga it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the up move
My baby boy need's new
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, still livin'
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother five called to tell 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 up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and to stay
To see the finer in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the out that 1-2-3!
me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But love, if you takin' mine
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin'
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

verse: {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em down with double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I count's the and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie uptown
I ditched the body so it let the shell's found
My criminal as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}