Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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

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

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

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

See never did I thank when I got
That some pee wee sacks had been took dis town
See a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the South
See in the 3rd grade, this is you told
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' Juice some heads cracked
I Jedd Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta 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, 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 them quiet as hell

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

Now that got tha boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red
Dealers breakin' off 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
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my
Mack town growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just don't sleep in tha Dirty

One to da two da three da
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

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