Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
so dope shawty, call it ear crack,
this the type a make ya booty go smack,
this shit so it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so fresh I bet I sell a mill,
but because too many Slim Shadys I can't get a deal,
so I gotta rob, cheat, gotta steal,
too many fakes out here so I gotta keep it real,
when I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in panties,
youse a ass nigga, and that's why you can't stand me,
find me in ya shawty's crib, back while she hand me,
I'ma take ya bitch, what you can't understand me?
you by yo'self, me and yo' bitch,
she on my while you light ya spliff,
and I'ma do ya girl she go stiff,
I'm a real ass nigga that's the diff',
yea nigga fuck you and ya whole crew,
fuck niggas gone do what niggas gone do,
so hit the dirt when I through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs that will you,
so go and try me if ya wanna see if it's 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,
can't sit my nigga,
ask me in the A,
I'm a ass nigga,
the deal my nigga?
how ya my nigga?
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and painful I'm takin' niggas lives,
matter fact the same way as when I'm takin' wives,
shit the bitch set him up, why I fly her to St. Ives,
be a D-Grade nigga, but I do Grade-A shit,
find ya girl in the booty-poppin' on my dick,
at you might be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby this shit makin' you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, that's why I two heaters,
white wife beaters, Addidas,
we big trucks, don't do two seaters,
my girl like a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er,
can't turn her to a housewife, so why her to dinner,
I got more chicken-heads the trash at Mrs. Winners,
chokin' on my shit, baby girl you a beginer,
used to be a good man, ya throat 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 'cause I'm grindin' bitch,
my fault you make your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my nigga 'cause our is true,
you can stop begging bitch, he love you boo,
you need to get a kit to tighten all your screws,
'cause did you and that's why you loose,
bitch how you 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 me that you despise,
I'm with ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
about all the he can get between my thighs,
and you call him a thug, bitch what's with that?
his lovin' long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to nigga like the boy was crack,
you gotta worry girl I'll pick up the slack,
'cause you aint hit it right, or he be in my bed,
with my ass in the air, my up behind my head,
while he working that tounge between my legs,
he say it comes 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 trickin' ass hoe get the test,
you behind home plate, catching all of shit,
then you fuck another nigga, play the sick,
and when he piss in the 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 fuck, other than that bitch you're nothin',
you make me so mad bitch I'm blow a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can on your casket.
hit the dirt!