Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow like before once
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the to want me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
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 'cause I'm a champion
I'm on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo hood and my nose dirty

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on corner's
what it be like,
Nigga be all night to keep they grip tight
know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy new shoes
So what the am I to do
Show a how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, still livin'
Momma me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and make mine
Now I'm up in that game livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the thing's in life
Maybe get a wife, and settle down
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run nigga's
Who don't give a and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep snap's in yo pocket
I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But love, if you takin' mine
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now me what ya wanna 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 double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
The cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a trash bag stash
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 thought as I got closer to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}