Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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

Now if dirty Bill 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 Martail Homes, that's my to fame
That's where I learned my trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the

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

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

See never did I thank I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you out
Why you got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, is what you told
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' Juice some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett his money back
See Point Atlanta threw this road block

To my all this road traffic got to
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 understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"
That's when me and Big State took an oath and
Never we talk, never would we tell
So when pulled 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 about the Dirty South?

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

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

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