Luyện nghe bài hát 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 them keys

Now if dirty Bill Clinton me some weight
Told me to two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett 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 it lemon head delight
When you 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 will make niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club as fuck
them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' same southern 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 niggas about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know the Dirty South?

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been took dis town
See life's a 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 some cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this block

To my all this road traffic got to
So the big players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back to take
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
Never would we talk, would we tell
So when they pulled up "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them as hell

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

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

One to da two da da four
Dem Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got on they 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
you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty