Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some
me to keep two, bring 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 Martail Homes, that's my to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the
Like my favorite, I call it lemon delight
When you off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That B.I.G will make ya'll niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm legal
to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, nuts 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 woo's make you
you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the South?

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

To my all road traffic got to stop
So the big players 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"
when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we
So when pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them as hell

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they
Gipp at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off that blow up for 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 Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old like Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont
Perry to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, don't sleep in tha Dirty South

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

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