Luyện nghe bài hát Low Down Dirty

Verse one: ya}

Goin' for it all I want to fall
So give me some chip's, I a
nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once
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 junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to me take
What you got, me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take
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 test my nut's and 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 you couldn't run from the chrome

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

Verse two:

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 new shoes
So the fuck am I to do
a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to with
Graduated from slangin' yae to dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still
tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my
on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game day for day
I got reason's to and reason's to stay
To see the finer in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle
But all these fiend's keep comin' around
ya got? could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the out that 1-2-3!
me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with
Who don't give a and carry chopper's
I got to it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me black connection 2-2-6! we up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all them 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 takin'
Lyin' think and behind, say up to
My milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do
I'm on 'em! bitch!

verse: {yella boy}

I'm got my double shot now
It's time to shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna
drop the ground
I'm a 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front
I'm a play it smooth, wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them 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 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 money fuck the city
Ya bitch!

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