Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

One to da two da da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the
And got everybody on they hands and knees
And they gonna leave until they find them keys

Now if dirty Bill fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him eight
And I only brought him five and his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to
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 nigga B.I.G will make niggas believers
Sippin' on Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they
Kickin' that same southern
Lookin' for off in yo' jaw hoe!

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

See never did I when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done dis town
See life's a bitch then you 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 his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road

To my all this road traffic got to
So the big players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back street to
back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that aint' yours"
That's when me and Big took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, would we tell
So when they pulled up "Rock The Bells"
We took we want and left them quiet as hell

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

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

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