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 and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them

Now if dirty Bill Clinton me some weight
Told me to two, bring him back eight
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 to fame
That's where I learned my trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it head delight
you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

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

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

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

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 outta
We understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"
That's when me and Big State an oath and sweared
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 know the Dirty South?
What you niggas about the Dirty South?

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the
Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red
Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those
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 Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my
town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Park
Perry to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, don't sleep in tha Dirty South

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

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