Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

Now if Bill 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 think that Clampett sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the
Like my favorite, I call it lemon delight
When you lick off all the and you sell the white

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

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

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

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

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

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

One to da two da three da
Dem dirty Red Dogs, hit the door
And they got on they hands and knees
And they gonna leave until they find them keys

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