Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all I to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
slow like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
Called out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a you if you lyin'
His cousin me the urge to want me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo attic
try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have you couldn't run from the chrome

It's ya scram 'cause I'm a champion
I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo hood and my nose dirty

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on like
Nigga it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My baby boy need's new
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the to fuck with
Graduated from yae to this dope shit
dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma livin'
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in game livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in
get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep around
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with
Who don't give a fuck and carry
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the up
Label me connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now me what ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third {yella boy}

I'm got my double shot now
It's time to rock
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's the front door
I'm a play it smooth, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
Three bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass bag stash
I count's the and out the back
I made a swift
Hopped in my headed uptown
I the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus
No ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the money the city blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the