Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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 leave they find them keys

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

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

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

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been took dis town
See a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty
See in the 3rd grade, this is you told
You was bought, you was
Now sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Clampett want his money back
See East Point threw this road block

To my all this road got to stop
So the big time players off John Way
Had to find themselves another back street to
back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, money aint' yours"
when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never we talk, never would we tell
So they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them 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 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 faces around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack G's while that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school 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 da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, hit the door
And they got everybody on they and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until find them keys

See powder you hyper, reefa makes 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?
Hey, hey, the South