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 hands and
And they ain't gonna until they find them keys

Now if dirty Bill fronted me some weight
me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my to fame
That's I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon delight
you lick off all the yellow 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 believers
on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm legal
Wanted to the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' 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 make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty
What you niggas know about the Dirty

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had done took dis town
See a bitch then 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 sayin' Juice left heads cracked
I betcha Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw road block

To my all road traffic got to stop
So the big players off John Freeman Way
Had to find another back street to take
'Cause back in the day we was control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that aint' yours"
That's when me and Big took an oath and sweared
would 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 niggas know about the Dirty
What you niggas know about the Dirty

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she they 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 that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha coolest my century
Mack keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to 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 on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them

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