Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

One to da two da da four
Dem Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and
And they ain't gonna leave until they find keys

Now if dirty Bill Clinton me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back
And I only brought him and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my to fame
That's where I learned my slickest in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I it lemon head delight
When you off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if pimpin' be a sport I be the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya'll believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as
Callin' them bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' in they mouths
that same southern slang
Lookin' for off in yo' jaw hoe!

See gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the South?
you niggas know about the Dirty South?

See never did I when I got grown
That pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty
See in the 3rd grade, this is you told
You was bought, you was
Now sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his back
See East Point Atlanta threw road block

To my all road traffic got to stop
So the big time players off Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back to take
'Cause in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, money aint' yours"
That's me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never we tell
So when pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We what we want and left them quiet as hell

What you niggas know about the Dirty
What you niggas know the Dirty South?

Now that Cobras got tha boys on on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they get the trap
Behind tha black, green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of got shot
Scatta Mack G's while that Cristal pop
on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric is tha coolest from my century
Mack town growing, old school like Charles
like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just don't in tha Dirty South

One to da two da da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the
And they got on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave they find them keys

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's you dumb
What you niggas know about the South?
What you know about the Dirty South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty