Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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

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

Right, well, if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the receiver
That B.I.G will make ya'll niggas believers
on Cuervo 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' that southern slang
for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

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

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been took dis town
See life's a bitch you figure out
Why you got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is you told
You was bought, you was
Now they Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money
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 find themselves another back street to
'Cause back in the day we was outta
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that aint' yours"
That's me and Big State took an oath and sweared
would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left quiet as hell

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on back
holler at Miss Ann she said they 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 Mack droppin' G's while that pop
Been on tha grind Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Neat is tha coolest from my century
Mack town growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Park
Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just 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 gonna leave until they them keys

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