Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse {lil' ya}

for it all I want to ball fall
So give me chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
Shit's slow before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the
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 watch, why you at take that
of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you run from the chrome

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

Verse {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on like
Nigga it be like,
be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a on the come up move
My baby boy new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
Show a how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck
Graduated from yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
Momma me the rent's due
Big brother doin' called to tell me
all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and still make
Now I'm caught up in that livin' day for day
I got to leave and reason's to stay
To see the thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin'
What ya got? it be they all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with
Who give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me black 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But love, if you takin' mine
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm got my double shot now
It's time to shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm make
Everybody drop the
I'm a 'em down with them double shot's
I be's a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the
I found the cah in a glass bag stash
I the coke and out the back
I made a swift
Hopped in my headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

{till the end}