Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

One to da two da da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the
And they got on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until 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 will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, my claim to fame
where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon delight
you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
nigga B.I.G will make ya'll niggas believers
Sippin' on Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my 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
for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

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

See never did I thank when I got
That some pee wee had been done took dis town
See a bitch then you figure out
Why you got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is what you
You was bought, you was
Now they Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money
See East Point threw this road block

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

What you niggas know about the Dirty
What you niggas know about the Dirty

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

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

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