Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some
me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to
That's where I my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head
When you off all the yellow and you sell the white

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

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

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis
See life's a then you figure out
Why you got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is you told
You was bought, you was
Now sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money
See East Point Atlanta threw this road

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

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, green, behind tha red tint
breakin' off that blow up for those 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 Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Neat is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont
Homes to Herndon 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 everybody on they and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they them keys

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