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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loved in the
(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!)

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

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

We had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm them drawers 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, 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, whether you like 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 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!)

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

But I bet you motherfuckers were
'Cause this shit start shootouts and club
The might jump off tonight
I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I like

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

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

Roll blunt, smoke that blunt
(You niggaz in the pub)
We high, gettin' by, me and Petey Pab'
Connectin' like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip run
Pick anyone got plenty of it, 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!)