Luyện nghe bài hát 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 them keys

Now if Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back
And I only brought him five and his ass for three
Do you think that will sick his goons on me?
See Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head
When you lick off all the yellow and you the white

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

See powder gets you hyper, 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?

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

To my all road traffic got to stop
So the big time off John Freeman 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 me and Big State took 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 left quiet as hell

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

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

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

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