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 eight
And I brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his on me?
See Martail Homes, my claim to fame
That's where I learned my trick in the dope-d-game
my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the

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

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

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

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

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the
tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of got shot
Scatta Mack G's while that Cristal pop
on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha from my century
Mack town growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem in Piedmont Park
Perry to Herndon 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 ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

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