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,
shit so sick it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so fresh I bet I sell a mill,
but there's 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 to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties,
youse a ass nigga, and that's why you can't stand me,
me in ya shawty's crib, layin' back while she hand me,
nigga I'ma take ya bitch, what you can't me?
you by yo'self, me and yo' bitch,
she on my dick while you ya spliff,
and I'ma do ya till she go stiff,
I'm a real ass nigga that's 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,
I got a pack of doggs that will find you,
so go ahead and try me if ya see if it's fake,
and I will bust ya nigga, take 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 feel my
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm niggas lives,
matter fact the same way as I'm takin' niggas wives,
the bitch set him up, that's why I fly her to St. Ives,
might be a D-Grade nigga, but I do shit,
ya girl in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you might be thinkin' who is trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this makin' you sick,
all the say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters,
white beaters, blue Addidas,
we big trucks, don't do two seaters,
pack my girl like a lunch, now it's to go eat 'er,
can't turn her to a housewife, so why her to dinner,
I got chicken-heads than the trash at Mrs. Winners,
still on my shit, baby girl you a beginer,
used to be a man, ya throat game made me a sinner.

You on me 'cause I'm a diamond bitch,
you a dirty ass and I'm shinin' bitch,
don't be mad at my 'cause I'm grindin' bitch,
aint my fault you make your money dick,
and stay away from my nigga our love is true,
you can stop begging bitch, he love you boo,
you need to get a kit to tighten all your screws,
everybody did you and that's why you loose,
bitch how you gonna be a hoe, don't 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 if it's the money 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 with that?
his lovin' long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to this like the boy was crack,
you aint worry girl I'll pick up the slack,
'cause you 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 it comes to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your shit like a and been 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 little growing on his dick,
yea, you need to 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,
wait for you to die so I can piss on your casket.
hit the dirt!