Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
flow so dope shawty, it ear crack,
this the type a make ya booty go smack,
this shit so sick it had a heart-attack,
I spit so 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 out here so I gotta keep it real,
when I'm to ya girl, gettin' up in them panties,
youse a lame ass nigga, and why you can't stand me,
find me in ya crib, layin' back while she hand me,
nigga I'ma take ya bitch, you can't understand 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 fuck you and ya whole damn crew,
niggas gone do what fuck niggas gone do,
so hit the when I slide through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs that will you,
so go ahead and try me if ya wanna see if fake,
and I will bust ya nigga, take it on faith,
come and find me amd I'll show you ya fate,
stuffed in a oil in the bottom the lake,
I'm trill 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 real? let me go and grab the my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, '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,
might be a nigga, but I do Grade-A shit,
find ya girl in the booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama shit makin' you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, 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 more chicken-heads than the at Mrs. Winners,
still chokin' on my shit, baby you a beginer,
used to be a good man, ya throat game 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 hustle 'cause I'm bitch,
my fault you make your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my nigga 'cause our is true,
you can begging bitch, he don't love you boo,
you to get a tool kit to tighten all your screws,
'cause everybody did you and why you loose,
bitch how you gonna be a hoe, even 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,
know if it's the money or it's me that you despise,
when I'm ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
all the positions he can get between my thighs,
and you call him a thug, bitch what's wrong with
his lovin' last and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to this nigga the boy was crack,
you aint gotta worry girl pick up the slack,
'cause you aint hit it right, or he be in my bed,
with my ass in the air, my legs up my head,
while he that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your shit like a skunk and beat to death,
I fuck one nigga, you fuck all the rest,
you trickin' ass hoe get the test,
you home plate, catching all kinds of shit,
you fuck 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,
your for a quick fuck, other than that bitch you're nothin',
you me so mad bitch I'm gonna blow a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can piss on casket.
hit the dirt!