Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me weight
me to keep two, bring him back eight
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 I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I it lemon head delight
you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

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

See powder gets you hyper, makes you calm
give 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 some pee wee sacks had been took dis town
See life's a bitch you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the South
See in the 3rd grade, this is what you
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' Juice left heads cracked
I betcha Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road

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

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, behind green, tha red tint
Dealers off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that pop
on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha from my century
Mack keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem 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 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 find them

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