Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

Now if dirty Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him eight
And I only him five 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 I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon delight
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the

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

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

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

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

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

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

One to da two da da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and
And they ain't gonna until 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 the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty