Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got money to
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin me the urge to want me take
you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo watch, why you at take that
of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to my nut's 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 have knew you run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My baby boy need's new
So what the am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully m-11 nigga
So how you figure I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
Momma me the rent's due
Big brother doin' called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game day for day
I got reason's to and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run nigga's
Who give a fuck 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, keep them snap's in yo
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know them
Tryin' to a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you mine
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {yella

I'm loaded got my double now
It's time to rock
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's the front door
I'm a play it smooth, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let shoot's go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the
I made a dash
in my hoptie headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's
My criminal as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's take a vacation
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

{till the end}