Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

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

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