Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
flow so shawty, call it ear crack,
the type a beat 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 gotta rob, cheat, gotta steal,
there's too 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,
find me in ya crib, layin' back while she hand me,
nigga 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,
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 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,
what's the deal my
how ya my nigga?
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm 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,
be a D-Grade nigga, but I do Grade-A shit,
find ya girl in the club on my dick,
at you might be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya it's ya baby mama this shit makin' you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, why I carry two heaters,
wife beaters, blue Addidas,
we ride big trucks, do two seaters,
pack my like a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er,
can't her to a housewife, so why take her to dinner,
I got more than the trash at Mrs. Winners,
still chokin' on my shit, girl you a beginer,
to be a good 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,
don't be mad at my hustle I'm grindin' bitch,
aint my fault you make your ridin' dick,
and stay away from my nigga 'cause our is true,
you can stop begging bitch, he don't you boo,
you need to get a tool kit to tighten all screws,
'cause everybody did you and why you loose,
bitch how you gonna be a hoe, don't swallow,
"Don't lose a drop", is my motto,
now you getting mad, 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 ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
about all the positions he can get my thighs,
and you him a thug, bitch what's wrong 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 gotta worry girl 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,
while he working that tounge between my legs,
he say when it comes to shorty mine's the best,
because I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your like a skunk and been beat to death,
I only one nigga, you fuck all the rest,
you ass hoe better get the test,
you behind plate, catching all kinds of shit,
then you fuck another nigga, play 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 '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!