Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So me some chip's, I got's a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't shakin'
slow like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got to make
Scooped tec off
we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin me the urge to want me take
you got, give 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 with the
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin'
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya
When you see a pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should knew you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip
Everybody I'm a fool on the come up move
My boy need's new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the to fuck with
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the due
Big brother doin' five to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man my time
It's on my mind, I'm now
To pay bill's and still make
Now I'm caught up in that game day for day
I got reason's to leave and to stay
To see the finer in life
get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be all want to see the
Nigga the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
Bullet dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and chopper's
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 know them
to keep a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own
But ain't love, if you mine
Lyin' and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli of somethin' silly
Now tell me ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm got my double shot now
It's to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the I'm gonna make
Everybody the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double
I be's after a 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 up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the cah in a glass trash bag
I count's the and out the back
I made a dash
Hopped in my headed uptown
I the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My thought as I got closer to the bus station
No ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin'
I got to run and the fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!

{till the end}