Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So give me some chip's, I a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
slow like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got money to
Scooped tec off
Then we make shit shake, act a
Dressed like junkies, word on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, 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 gun's out yo fuckin'
Don't try to my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy 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 ya scram '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 {tec-9}

We be on corner's like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up
My boy need's new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
a nigga 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 shit
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' five called to me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in 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 these dope fiend's keep around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come up
me black 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 them hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin'
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

I'm got my double shot now
time to rock shop
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's after a a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all 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 let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus
No question's ask I my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the