Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty South - Big Boi

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

Now if dirty Clinton 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 that Clampett will 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 head delight
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the

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

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

See never did I thank I got grown
That pee wee sacks had been done 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 what you
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money
See Point Atlanta threw this road block

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

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

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they
holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, green, behind tha red tint
Dealers off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of got shot
Scatta droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my
Mack town keeps growing, old school Charles
Stankin' like dem in Piedmont 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 Red Dogs, done hit the door
And got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't leave until they find them keys

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