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 on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them

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

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

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

See did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee had been done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty
See in the 3rd grade, is what you told
You was bought, you was
Now they sayin' Juice some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd 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 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 State took an oath and
would we talk, never would we tell
So when pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and them quiet as hell

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

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

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