Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that got tha boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off blow up for those woodchips
A lot of ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds B
Eric Neat is tha coolest my century
Mack keeps 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 sleep in tha Dirty South

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

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