Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South

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

Now if dirty Bill fronted me some weight
me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for
Do you think that will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, my claim to fame
That's where I my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
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 wide
That B.I.G will make ya'll 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, year older, now I'm almost
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and
Fuckin' wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' that same southern
for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

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

See never did I when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done dis town
See life's a bitch then you 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 want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw road block

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

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they
Gipp holler at 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 droppin' G's that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' with B
Eric Neat is tha from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha
Adamsville to Creek, shit, just don't sleep in tha Dirty South

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

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