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 leave until they find them keys

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

Right, well, if be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya'll believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and my weed up
I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in mouths
Kickin' that same southern
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
you niggas know about the Dirty South?

See never did I when I got grown
That pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See life's a then you figure out
Why you got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is what you
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw road block

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

What you niggas 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
tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off that up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds B
Eric is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont
Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just don't in tha Dirty South

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

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