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

it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
So I could fetch it, 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!
his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born

Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter
Y'all motherfuckers stabbin' shit like a butter knife
That shit don't cut right
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 slow this shit down before make us spit rounds
Murder your block skip town, nigga!

gon' 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!)

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!)

So, tired, these so-called drug thugs they gun niggaz
mugged, supposed 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 good
And I the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?

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

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

Drag-on told me to tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, whether you like 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 ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change

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!)

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!)

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

But I bet you motherfuckers scared
'Cause this shit start shootouts and fights
The shit might off tonight
I done seen the nigga and 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 shouldn't have been there
They role is to him, Drag what's wrong with them?

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

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

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)
of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the
(Yeah)

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