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
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 outta here, we
Slow the shit down now so I can it
I'm gon' catch it, it, catch it

Play it to the band 'cause Petey threw me a bone
So I could fetch it, it
Me and Petey Pablo 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, up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one!
Left his to be lo-long from the first day I was born

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

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

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!)

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!)

So, tired, these so-called thugs bust they gun niggaz
Mean mugged, supposed to be the in the club niggaz
out, motherfucker say somethin' I'll, I'll fuck you up
Tie ya ass to the back of a 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 ain't like we got work, me at yo' block
It ain't like we come through
And take any thing 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 dealin' with the right if you want it, you sho' can get some
I ain't 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, dirrty you like it or not
Me and Drag got thang on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, I make change

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 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!)

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

But I bet you motherfuckers scared
this shit start shootouts and club fights
The shit might jump off
I done seen the nigga and 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 been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with

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

Roll that blunt, that 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 anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz don't want it
That's a hit boy, y'all fittin' to love it this clip up in yo' stomach, uh

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 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!)