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 pump go early, from Thursday to
Eight o'clock in the
why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh

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

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

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

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

Grab your 'cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-R
Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit
Murder your block 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 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!)

So, tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun
Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club
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 waste of good
And I the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?

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

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

Drag-on me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty whether you it or not
Me and Drag got thang 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 with ya five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change

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!)

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!)

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 like I slid

But I bet you were scared
'Cause this shit shootouts and club fights
The shit might jump off
I done seen the nigga and this 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 have there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's with them?

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

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

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!)

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!)