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 so sick it done had a heart-attack,
I so fresh I bet I could sell a mill,
but because there's too many Slim I can't get a deal,
so I rob, gotta cheat, gotta steal,
there's too many out here so I gotta keep it real,
I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties,
youse a lame ass nigga, and that's why you can't 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 while you ya spliff,
and do ya girl till she go stiff,
I'm a real ass nigga nigga the diff',
yea nigga you and ya whole damn crew,
fuck niggas do what fuck 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,
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,
the deal my nigga?
how ya my nigga?
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I aint 'bout guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm niggas lives,
matter fact the same way as when I'm niggas wives,
shit the bitch set him up, why I fly her to St. Ives,
might be a D-Grade nigga, but I do shit,
find ya girl in the club on my dick,
at first you be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this shit you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, that's why I two heaters,
white beaters, blue Addidas,
we ride big trucks, do two seaters,
pack my girl like a lunch, now time to go eat 'er,
turn 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, baby you a beginer,
to be a good man, ya throat game made me a sinner.

You hatin' on me I'm a diamond bitch,
you a dirty ass broad and I'm bitch,
don't be mad at my 'cause I'm grindin' bitch,
aint my fault you your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my 'cause our love is true,
you can stop begging bitch, he don't you boo,
you need to get a kit to tighten all your screws,
'cause everybody did you and why you loose,
bitch how you gonna be a hoe, don't swallow,
"Don't a drop", that is my motto,
now you getting mad, red as a tomatoe,
hatin' on me ya man hit the lotto,
and I was first prize, I can see it in eyes,
don't know if it's the or it's 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 wrong that?
his lovin' last and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to nigga like the boy was crack,
you aint gotta worry girl I'll up the slack,
'cause you hit it right, or he wouldn't 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 when it to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
shit like a skunk and been beat to death,
I fuck one nigga, you fuck all the rest,
you ass hoe better get the test,
you home plate, catching all kinds of shit,
then you another nigga, play pass the sick,
and he piss in the morning his shit go drip,
and he got little bumps on his dick,
yea, you need to kill yaself 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 gonna a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can piss on casket.
hit the dirt!