Luyện nghe bài hát Hit The Dirt

Yea, ya boy on the track,
flow so shawty, call it ear crack,
this the a beat 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 Shadys I can't get a deal,
so I gotta rob, gotta cheat, steal,
there's too many 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 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 while you light ya spliff,
and do ya girl till she go stiff,
I'm a real ass nigga that's the diff',
yea nigga fuck you and ya damn crew,
fuck niggas gone do what fuck gone do,
so hit the when I slide 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 bust ya head 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,
what's the my nigga?
how ya feel my
oh, for real? let me go and the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' 'bout homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it and painful when I'm takin' niggas lives,
matter fact the same way as when I'm takin' 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,
ya girl in the club booty-poppin' on my dick,
at you might be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby mama this shit you sick,
all the hoes say I'm cold, why I carry two heaters,
wife 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 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 good man, ya throat 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 'cause I'm bitch,
aint my fault you your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my 'cause our love is true,
you can begging bitch, he don't love you boo,
you need to get a kit to tighten all your 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,
don't know if it's the money or it's me you despise,
when I'm with ya all we do is fantasise,
all the positions he can get between my thighs,
and you call him a thug, what's wrong with that?
his lovin' last 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 aint hit it right, or he be in my bed,
my ass in the air, my legs up behind my head,
while he working that tounge down my legs,
he say when it comes to pussy shorty the best,
that's I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
shit like 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, all kinds of shit,
then you another nigga, play pass the sick,
and when he in the morning his shit go drip,
and he got bumps growing on his dick,
yea, you need to kill 'cause you worthless as a person,
your good for a quick fuck, other than that bitch 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!