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
Motherfuckin' on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin'
Shit's like before once again
I'm on the up bro.
yella out his house
Man, we got money to
tec off infaret
Then we make shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you
His gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo
And yo watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo attic
Don't try to my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck,
Bullets, at yo dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run the chrome

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

Verse two:

We be dumpin' on like
what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they tight
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 m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two three's, momma still livin'
tellin' me the rent's 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 that game day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to
To see the finer thing's in
Maybe get myself a wife, and down
But all these dope fiend's keep around
What ya got? could it be they all to see the
Nigga with the out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white
lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come 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 hoes
Tryin' to keep a down
But I'm a hound, I to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you mine
think and behind, say what's up to
My nine settin' of somethin' silly
Now me what ya wanna do 'cause
I'm on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: boy}

I'm loaded got my shot now
It's time to rock
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
Everybody drop the
I'm a buck 'em down them double shot's
I after 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 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 let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got to the bus station
No question's ask I my dog
Let's a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the blue's
Ya bitch!

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