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 shit so 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 many fakes out here so I keep it real,
when I'm talkin' to ya girl, up in them panties,
youse a lame ass nigga, and why you can't stand me,
me in ya shawty's crib, layin' back 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 you and ya whole damn crew,
fuck niggas gone do what fuck niggas do,
so hit the when I slide through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs will find you,
so go ahead and try me if ya wanna see if fake,
and I bust ya head nigga, take it on faith,
and find me homie amd I'll show you ya fate,
stuffed in a oil in the bottom the lake,
'cause I'm my nigga,
sit still my nigga,
ask me in the A,
I'm a ass nigga,
what's the my nigga?
how ya my nigga?
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm takin' lives,
matter fact the same way as I'm takin' niggas wives,
shit the bitch set him up, 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 first you might be thinkin' who is this
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this makin' you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, that's why I two heaters,
wife beaters, blue Addidas,
we ride big trucks, do two seaters,
my girl 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 chicken-heads than the at Mrs. Winners,
chokin' on my shit, baby 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 dirty ass and I'm shinin' bitch,
don't be mad at my hustle I'm grindin' bitch,
aint my you make 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 tool kit to tighten all screws,
'cause everybody did you and why you loose,
how you gonna be a hoe, don't even 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 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 wrong with
his last long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to this like the boy was crack,
you aint gotta girl I'll pick up the slack,
you aint 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 down between my legs,
he say it comes to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I keep it clean, my kitty fresh,
your shit like a skunk and been to death,
I only fuck one nigga, you all the rest,
you trickin' ass hoe get the test,
you behind home plate, all kinds of shit,
then you fuck 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 to kill yaself 'cause you worthless as a person,
your good for a quick fuck, other that bitch you're nothin',
you make me so mad I'm gonna blow a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can piss on casket.
hit the dirt!