Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: 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 nothin'
Shit's slow like before again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got money to
Scooped tec off
Then we shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His gave me the urge to want me take
you got, give 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 fuckin'
Don't try to test my nut's and me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy ya duck
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you have knew you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse {tec-9}

We be on corner's like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to they grip tight
know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new
So the fuck am I to do
Show a how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated from yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma livin'
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and to stay
To see the thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out 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 have it daddy, I'm on the up
me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know them
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you mine
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's to rock shop
I'm for the dome I'm gonna make
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's after a bitch a nigga de upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then the floor
The door cracked, I it in and let both shoot's go
nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I the coke and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the found
My criminal as I got closer to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the blue's
Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the