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 it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, R

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

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

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

Do a nigga like,
I know I'm warm but now it's 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 guns popcorn, s-s-stutter like
Y'all motherfuckers ain't shit like a butter knife
That just don't cut right
On my all we hear is woop woop, niggaz it's time to run

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

This gon' be the anthem for the
(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 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!)

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, fuck 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 like you hot
It ain't we got work, meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't through
And any motherfuckin' 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 one; if you want it, you sho' can get some
I come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came

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

gon' 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 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 lean motherfuckin' track too hot
This shit callin' me, still can't believe it
These motherfuckers waited so
(Shit, me neither)
Should've like I slid right

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

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

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

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

This 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 be the anthem 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!)