Luyện nghe bài hát Dirrty

Everybody, everybody, everybody,
We it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, R
(Double R)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody,
And we call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty,
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, R

let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
I'ma let my pump go early, Thursday to Thursday
o'clock in the morning
why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh

Gimme that Lex', I'm exit
So I can pull up here, we gone
the shit down now so I can catch it
I'm gon' catch it, it, catch it

Play it to the band 'cause Petey threw me a bone
So I could it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you
Put the gun in his mouth, him swallow

Do a like, Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's to get wa-arm!
Now it's time to turn up, up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one!
Left his head to be lo-long from the day I was born

Pop like popcorn, s-s-stutter like
Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin' shit a butter knife
That shit just don't cut
On my block all we hear is woop, niggaz it's time to run

Grab your guns beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-R
Let me slow this down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your then skip town, nigga!

This be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the
(Yeah)

in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)

This gon' be the for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the
(Yeah)

Loved in the
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)

So, tired, so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz
Mean mugged, supposed to be the in the club niggaz
Watch out, motherfucker say somethin' I'll, fuck you up
Tie ya ass to the of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh
You a waste of good
And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so

It ain't you hot
It ain't like we got work, me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't through
And take any thing you do got

We done had you a shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm whoopin' them off, takin' charge, play the bar
You dealin' with the right one; if you want it, you can get some
I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to up to New York and I came

told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty whether you it or not
Me and Drag got this on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make

This gon' be the anthem for the
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)

gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)

Drag, I can't lean this motherfuckin' track too hot
This shit keep callin' me, still can't it
motherfuckers waited so long
(Shit, me neither)
Should've been like I slid

But I bet you motherfuckers scared
'Cause shit start shootouts and club fights
The might jump off tonight
I seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like

(He get it)
Ju-ju-just as soon as I fit him
(He get it)
Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with

must be crazy and deranged
Do I speak my slang, got a big chain
They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal
That's how I settle things like what y'all want, y'all want?
(You don't want none)

Roll blunt, smoke that blunt
(You niggaz in the pub)
We high, gettin' by, me and Petey Pab'
Connectin' like, to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run
Pick anyone got of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it
That's a hit boy, y'all to love it feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh

This gon' be the anthem for the
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)

gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the
(Yeah)
it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. Carolina!)