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 and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some
Told me to keep two, him back eight
And I brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett sick his goons on me?
See Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the
my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
When you lick off all the and you sell the white

Right, well, if be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya'll niggas
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as
Callin' hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost
Wanted to live the 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, reefa you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you
What you niggas about the Dirty South?
What you niggas about the Dirty South?

See never did I when I got grown
some pee wee sacks had been done 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 you told
You was bought, you was
Now sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his 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 back street to take
'Cause back in the day we was outta
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that aint' yours"
when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and them quiet as hell

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

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

One to da two da three da
Dem Red Dogs, done hit the door
And got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna 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 about the Dirty South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty