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 so sick it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so fresh I bet I could a mill,
but because 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,
a lame ass nigga, and that's why you can't stand me,
find me in ya shawty's crib, layin' 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 fuck 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 see if it's fake,
and I will ya head nigga, take it on faith,
come and me homie amd I'll show you ya fate,
stuffed in a oil drum in the the lake,
'cause I'm my nigga,
sit still 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, 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and when I'm takin' niggas lives,
matter the same way as when 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,
find ya in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at first you might be who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this shit you sick,
all the say I'm cold, that's why I carry two heaters,
white beaters, blue Addidas,
we ride big trucks, do two seaters,
pack my like a lunch, now it's time to go eat 'er,
turn her to a housewife, so why take her to dinner,
I got more chicken-heads 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 and I'm shinin' bitch,
don't be mad at my 'cause I'm grindin' bitch,
my fault you make your money ridin' dick,
and away from my nigga 'cause our love is true,
you can begging bitch, he don't love you boo,
you to get a tool kit to tighten all your screws,
everybody did you and that's why you loose,
bitch how you be a hoe, don't even swallow,
"Don't a drop", that is my motto,
now you mad, face red as a tomatoe,
hatin' on me 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,
when I'm ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
about all the he can get between 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 to this nigga like the boy was crack,
you aint gotta worry 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,
he working that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it to pussy shorty mine's the best,
that's because I keep it clean, my kitty fresh,
your shit like a skunk and beat 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 when he in the morning his shit 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, other than that bitch nothin',
you make me so mad bitch I'm gonna a gasket,
can't wait for you to die so I can piss on casket.
hit the dirt!