Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to ball
So give me chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before 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, gettin' on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a you if you lyin'
His cousin me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, 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 gun's out yo attic
Don't try to my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you 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 and my nose dirty

Verse {tec-9}

We be on corner's like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up
My baby boy new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated from slangin' yae to dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, still livin'
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay and still 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 in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya could it be they all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry
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, know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you takin'
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon 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 nigga's bangin' up all clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a trash bag stash
I the coke and out the back
I a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the