Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
so dope shawty, call it ear crack,
this the type a beat make ya go smack,
shit so sick it done 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 rob, gotta cheat, gotta steal,
too many fakes out here so I gotta keep it real,
when I'm talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in panties,
youse a lame ass nigga, and why you can't stand me,
find me in ya shawty's crib, 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 while you light ya spliff,
and do ya girl till she go stiff,
I'm a ass nigga nigga that's the diff',
yea nigga fuck you and ya damn crew,
fuck niggas do what fuck niggas gone do,
so hit the dirt when I through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs will find you,
so go and try me if ya wanna see if it's fake,
and I bust ya head nigga, take it on faith,
come and find me homie amd 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,
what's the my nigga?
how ya feel my
oh, for real? let me go and the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout guns homie, talkin' my knives,
I like it slow and painful when I'm takin' lives,
matter 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 in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you might be thinkin' who is this
ya realize it's ya baby mama this shit makin' you sick,
all the say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters,
wife beaters, blue Addidas,
we big trucks, don't do two seaters,
pack my girl a lunch, now it's time 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 good man, ya throat game me a sinner.

You on me 'cause 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 make money ridin' 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 tool kit to all your screws,
'cause did you and that's 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 first prize, I can see it in eyes,
don't know if 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 long and his is P.H.A.T.,
I'm to this nigga like the boy was crack,
you aint worry 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 legs up my head,
he working that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your shit a skunk and been beat to death,
I fuck one nigga, you fuck all the rest,
you trickin' ass hoe get the test,
you behind home plate, catching all of shit,
then you fuck nigga, play pass the sick,
and when he in the morning his shit go drip,
and he got little growing on his dick,
yea, you need to kill 'cause you worthless as a person,
your good for a quick fuck, other than bitch you're nothin',
you me so mad bitch I'm gonna blow a gasket,
can't for you to die so I can piss on your casket.
hit the dirt!