Luyện nghe bài hát Dirrty

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

Nigga get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday
Eight in the morning
why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh

Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna
So I can pull up outta here, we
Slow the shit down now so I can it
I'm catch it, catch it, catch it

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

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

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

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

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!)

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

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

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

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

We done had you a shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm whoopin' drawers off, takin' charge, play the bar
You dealin' with the right one; if you want it, you can get some
I ain't to play, Double-R told me to come 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 thang on lock and we about to change the game
bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I change

This gon' be the anthem for the
(Yeah)
of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the
(Yeah)

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

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!)

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

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

(He get it)
Ju-ju-just just-just-just as as I fit him
(He get it)
Simple-minded motherfucker have been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong them?

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

Roll that blunt, smoke that
(You stay in the pub)
We gettin' high, gettin' by, me and Pab'
Connectin' like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all better run
Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really want it
That's a hit boy, y'all fittin' to love it this clip up in yo' stomach, uh

gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the
(Yeah)

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

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

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