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,
this shit so it done had a heart-attack,
I spit so I bet I could sell a mill,
but there's 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 talkin' to ya girl, gettin' up in 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 take 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 whole crew,
fuck niggas do what fuck niggas gone do,
so hit the dirt when I through,
'cause I got a pack of doggs that find 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,
in a oil drum 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 feel my
oh, for let me go and grab the steel my nigga,
I aint talkin' guns homie, talkin' 'bout my knives,
I like it slow and when I'm takin' niggas lives,
matter fact the 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 girl in the booty-poppin' on my dick,
at you might be thinkin' who is this trick?
when ya realize it's ya baby 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 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 than the trash at Mrs. Winners,
still on my shit, baby girl you a beginer,
used to be a good man, ya game made 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,
aint my you make your money ridin' dick,
and stay away from my nigga 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 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 getting mad, 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 know if it's the money or me that you despise,
I'm with ya nigga all we do is fantasise,
about all the positions he can get my thighs,
and you call him a thug, what's wrong with that?
his last long and his dick is P.H.A.T.,
I'm addicted to 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 up behind my head,
he working that tounge down between my legs,
he say when it comes to pussy mine's the best,
because I keep it clean, my kitty stay fresh,
your shit like a skunk and been to death,
I fuck one nigga, you fuck all the rest,
you ass hoe better get the test,
you behind plate, catching all kinds of shit,
then you another nigga, play pass the sick,
and when he piss in the 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, than that bitch you're nothin',
you make me so mad bitch I'm blow a gasket,
wait for you to die so I can piss on your casket.
hit the dirt!