Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
flow so dope shawty, it ear crack,
this the a beat make ya booty go smack,
shit so sick it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so fresh I bet I could a mill,
but because there's too Slim Shadys I can't get a deal,
so I gotta rob, gotta cheat, steal,
there's too many fakes out here so I gotta it real,
I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties,
youse a lame ass nigga, and that's why you stand me,
find me in ya shawty's crib, layin' back she hand me,
nigga I'ma take ya bitch, what you understand me?
you by yo'self, me and yo' bitch,
she on my dick you light ya spliff,
and do ya girl till she go stiff,
I'm a ass nigga nigga that's the diff',
yea nigga you and ya whole damn crew,
fuck gone do what fuck niggas gone do,
so hit the when I slide through,
I got a pack of doggs that will find you,
so go ahead and try me if ya wanna see if fake,
and I will bust ya head nigga, it on faith,
come and find me amd I'll show you ya fate,
in a oil drum in the bottom the lake,
'cause I'm my nigga,
sit still my nigga,
ask me in the A,
I'm a ass nigga,
what's the deal my
how ya my nigga?
oh, for real? let me go and the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, 'bout my knives,
I it slow and painful when I'm takin' niggas lives,
fact the same way as when I'm takin' niggas wives,
shit the set him up, that's why I fly her to St. Ives,
might be a nigga, but I do Grade-A shit,
ya girl in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you might be who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby this shit makin' you sick,
all the say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters,
wife beaters, blue Addidas,
we big trucks, don't do two seaters,
pack my girl a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er,
can't her to a housewife, so why take her to dinner,
I got chicken-heads than the trash at Mrs. Winners,
still on my shit, baby girl you a beginer,
to be a good man, ya throat game made me a sinner.

You on me 'cause I'm a diamond bitch,
you a ass broad and I'm shinin' bitch,
don't be mad at my hustle I'm grindin' bitch,
aint my fault you make your ridin' dick,
and away from my nigga 'cause our love is true,
you can stop bitch, he don't love you boo,
you need to get a kit to tighten all your screws,
'cause did you and that's why you loose,
how you gonna be a hoe, don't even swallow,
"Don't lose a drop", is my motto,
now you mad, face red as a tomatoe,
on me 'cause ya man hit the lotto,
and I was prize, I can see it in your eyes,
don't know if it's the money or it's me you despise,
when I'm ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
all the positions he can get between my thighs,
and you call him a thug, bitch what's wrong that?
his last long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to this nigga the boy was crack,
you aint worry girl I'll pick up the slack,
you aint hit it right, or he wouldn't be in my bed,
with my ass in the air, my legs up my head,
he working that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I keep it clean, my stay fresh,
your shit like a skunk and been to death,
I only fuck one nigga, you all the rest,
you ass hoe better get the test,
you home plate, catching all kinds of shit,
you fuck another nigga, play pass the sick,
and when he in the morning his shit go drip,
and he got bumps growing on his dick,
yea, you to kill yaself 'cause you worthless as a person,
your good for a quick fuck, than that bitch you're nothin',
you make me so mad I'm gonna blow a gasket,
can't for you to die so I can piss on your casket.
hit the dirt!