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

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

Gimme that Lex', I'm exit
So I can up outta here, we gone
Slow the shit 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 fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you
Put the gun in his mouth, him swallow

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

Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter
Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin' 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 your guns 'cause beef with me and P. hide your sons
motherfucker
Let me slow this down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your then skip town, nigga!

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!)

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, these so-called drug thugs 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 pick-up and just leave, uh
You a of good slug
And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so

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

Drag-on me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty you like it or not
Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the
Get with ya motherfuckin' 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)

Loved in the
(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!)

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

But I bet you motherfuckers were
this shit start shootouts and club 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 shouldn't been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with

They 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 heavy bring
how I settle things like what y'all want, what y'all want?
(You motherfuckers don't none)

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

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 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!)